“I had heard sometimes
The frivolous whispers
Of the wind, when it breathed
Carelessly in the quiet freedom
Of unpopulated still valley.
I had touched the skin
of moonlight with my palm,
While chasing fire flies
On a tranquil full moon night
In the paddy fields of my village
I had lent my heart’s ears
To the revelling poppy buds
Dauntlessly asserting their
Individuality in the orchard
Rich with swarming variety,
I had seen through the groggy
Eyes of earth, the visible
Beauty of this brisk cosmos.
When early dews rinsed my face,
On a freezing winter morn.
I had heard the screams
Of hunger, seen famine of words,
And parched lifeless thoughts
When an emotional drought
Paralyzed my vigorous mind
I had seen with my inert eyes
The birth of a tender dream,
Youth of a private desire
And death of an aged love,
From a stone bench in the Leisure Park of life! ! !
Seema Aarella
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