To the land where no drops fall!A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"“A drop- Falls from the distant blue- Whirling and twirling- Hits that window-pane… And another follows- its rule- And hits again that window-pane, And finally, many of them fall- Like the tap-dancers in the rhythm tap! And washes the blemish in that window-pane! She observes the drops sliding down the glass! Holding that china-cup- And freshly brewed coffee in it! She blushes- After smelling the wild fragrance of the mud! As many of those droplets Hit that window pane… That window pane made up- Of the crystals- so brilliant and precious… After all- It is this first rain- That visited her mansion! She, again, fell in love! With those clouds… Deadly and dark! Alas- Once they shall fly- Fly as far and as high- Beyond the walls of her mansion, And across this city of price-tags! Following the road of shimmering lights, That shall- Reach far beyond the comfort, They shall meet This land- Of the tiny huts and hamlets. The harshness peeps in through- The roofs that used to leak- The charred land- Where once… The gush of winds played… With the verdant contentment! Lies dead and dried! Their parched lips and throats! And hearts- Cannot barely blush under the blazing heat! No drops fall here- And hit the window pane! The ragged curtains convey the dust- And only dust! When the dried hot wind traverses… Through them…! When those clouds shall reach here! I fear- If these hamlets will have the souls in it! Buried in the hunger and thirsts, Their existence will be forever concealed! Whilst- She still enjoys the rain! A drop! Stumbling down from the petal- In her posh backyard… Awaits for her love to come home! Sigh! There are few who ended up their lives- With a promise to never return! To the land where no drops fall!" Photo-credits: http://klebesadel.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/Drought72.jpg https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4b/85/48/4b85486335ab36fedeb79632f9291436.jpg © 2016 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"Author's Note
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StatsAuthorSanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"Kathmandu, NepalAbout"When words are stiff and hard to evoke out; they shape themselves as a poem [that last forever] " -Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini" http://sanjeetapokharel.blogspot.in/ When I see the.. more..Writing
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