SILENCE What haunts me is the silence behind the flutter of those leaves at the far end of the jungle that shed drops of tears to mourn the hapless poor who died under their tattered quilts of a Winter making us prisoners of a freezing time; as we hibernate under warm blankets of love in the cosy comfort of homes but voicelessly seethe deep within , consecrated inside a strange silence herein: at the roots of grass drying in our courtyard, tips of blossoms fading in our garden, lips of lovers parted , isolation of humans tainted, precipice of hills wounded, in the heart of the rivers that have fainted, in womb of crops that like female fetuses before yielding, have so hastily wilted… now we fail to catch the silence in our breath while trying to grow intimate with Nature that has estranged us because of our nature, from its elements comprising the life force; is it the silence of a futile remorse or an awakening to strive for the real hidden sauce? Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 16:54:05 +0000
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