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Aparna Sharma Poem
That river that flows downstream, downhill, down in the south and then down north again
It flows all day, all night and all of the time, endless and tireless through forest and mountains it makes its way.
It flows with the wish to meet the sea to empty itself as it confluences with it.
And as the sea takes it in, the immersion of its whole into nothing and everything, does it worry that it won’t be that river again?
That river, whose water quenched the thirst of many, would it just be a nobody now? Are these questions even relevant? It doesn’t know, but it still has to carry on.
And as the river transgresses into the sea, little by little, it grows rapidly.
It had come with a little bit but conjoined it expanded massively
True, the immersion took its course, its current and its identity, but in turn, it offered the abundance of its depths and called it it's own and made it into a sea
Copyright © Aparna Sharma | Year Posted 2022
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Aparna Sharma Poem
The innocence of the new and the wisdom of the old,
Grandfather was like a warm blanket in the nights of winter cold
Stories at the bedtime, warm servings of love during the day,
Setting up the swings for the play time and planting seeds when the mango season came
Sometimes watched the birds chirping and sometimes gazed at the stars,
Waited for the winters and for the mango trees to flower
The dousing life was waiting for the bloom to burst with intense fervour,
But Seasons came and went by, the white beard now old enough to be old no further
His wish to taste the fruit he planted remained undone,
For the life force had to leave this body only to come back again as a new one
What a misery it was, the simplest wish could not be fulfilled
The mould of the life certainly doesn’t work on the free will
But then the season came finally, many many mangoes bored by the tree..
And the new one climbed up on the mango tree and alas he tasted it finally
The new one yet the old soul, life came in full circle
The wish that seemed unfulfilled was in-fact ripened up for a new purpose
Copyright © Aparna Sharma | Year Posted 2022
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