A gust of shower
On the way to Bhubaneswar
In the midst of spring
And a window seat
After lots of request
To witness soothing views
Alas! Shockingly a broken window.
After rain
The shimmering fool moon
Like a steady but curious seer
Shower blessings on dhak flowers
To give them a look brighter and deeper.
Shivering were the leaves outside
And the lips and body of mine too
Amidst wind so chill
Blanketing the earth to still
Lulled me amidst silent dales and hills
Flowers and twigs
Rivers and streams, clouds and mist
Earth and heaven.
The raindrops on leaves
To be dew drops pretend
Carrying miniature suns in each
Steadfast like quiescence sages contemplating
Changes many as if they bring
The prediction of scorching summer
In silent echoes are spreading rumours.
To the shock of my matured pretention
Language learning kid of mine states in quest
‘The winter returns’.
Dedicated to:
India: BHUBANESWAR: Barber women ‘sexually abused,
paraded naked’ by upper Hindu community.
>Saturday September 24 2005 00:00 IST
Why my soul wept out,
Why my soul has a cry,
I am waiting for that day,
When someone will realise my pain.
One hurricane touched your life
And One hurricane touched my life,
They have arrangments to resolve a matter,
But i am fighting with empty hands.
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