REVIVAL~by Saroj K Padhi

 

 

REVIVAL

My city limps back to soft caresses of a new dawn
whose bleeding fingers paint the sleepy eastern sky
with hues of agony caused by the lashes of last rain
and birds fan the wounds, as up into the air they fly;

an humble breeze implores wilted flowers of the morn
to breathe fragrance into its soul before doing round,
as birds begin to sing and butterflies renew their fun
hurt human hearts with nectar of new love to abound;

cattle lazing on the sands on river bed seem unmoved
by the apathy of muddy waters swirling noisily nearby
with hidden flood threat hidden in each move and mood
as green woods dotting the banks, with a relief do sigh;

we’re waiting for the seeds sown to sprout in our farms,
for corn fields to go green and sway into our loving arms.

COPY RIGHT : @ SAROJ K. PADHI