Sunday, 2 December 2018

Pages of Desert

How 'll the lengthened shadow read 
the torn and soiled pages of wasteland?

Shall the silence of trembled greenery
not heir those foliage of vacant March?

How do the freezing mask and veil
rule the grains of sand oscillating?

How can the starless sky sprinkle the feathers 
of twilight with the fragrance of monsoon?



(Today I visited a house which is situated in a barren land. The house owner told me after the flood, the land is just like a desert. )

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