Wednesday, 10 July 2024

The sprinkle dry

 


 

Amidst the flooding downpour

The meadows flush like drains

While their furrows are inundated

The slant of the foliage is evident

A result of heavy adulation from skies

Like the praise of a fascinated lover

Fills the beauty with an  unfounded vanity

Somewhere in this unrelenting splurge

One wrinkled hand trembles to stretch

But fails to raise his empty coffers

These are my dreams and desires

Buried deep into the soil of my soul

Whereas the earthen pot is indoors

Some outrageous drops from heavens

Fly in the blowing breeze to tip toe

And spray upon  my parched veins

A little before they shrivel and fall

Moistened by the dampening drops

And now eager to die without a rustle

Anxious to touch the falling drops

Bound to the ground I never shook

Waiting in the desert amidst an oasis

Like a cloudless sky lost in a sprinkle dry

The timid efforts of a hesitant mind.

 

Delhi

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