Kishan Negi Poet Prose Poetry

The Ruins of My Memories

A small village 
surrounded by Oak and Pine woods 
where a weird poet was borne 
in my soul 
I remember when I wrote 
my first poem in the shade of mango tree
early morning 
a musical environment around
cuckoo would create 
with its melodious voice
but now no mango tree-no cuckoo
shambles of my poetic remembrances only

a small local river flowing
down the village 
on the bank of which 
I would be delighted
to see the fishes swimming in the river
and behold the village children
making homes on the sand dunes
now no water in the river
and no fish swimming in 
but now only the remains of 
my poetic reminiscences cry 
n the sand dunes 

I remember a big rock up the hill
sitting above which I used to write 
poems on beauty of Pine and Oak
but now this dense forest 
appears to be a dry forest
only the ruins of my poetic memories
wander around and express 
discontent and sorrow 
over cutting of Pine and Oak trees

(By Kishan Negi)

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