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WALKING IN WOODS
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English Poetry, Jun 2012 Contest |
I still hearken a little deep
from the rolled out time
the last song of cuckoo
humming through the hot winds.
The scents of last spring-flower
still drift through
my dried up nasal lanes.
Today walking silently
over the crackling autumn leaves
I rue for the withered
bed of roses that once paved my way
towards a breathing heaven of verve.
The parched earth and naked trees
stand before me
like fossils
of the deceased last spring.
The desiccated bed
of my garden-pond
it seems,
has no tears to shed
at her robbed off
once brimming water wealth.
Where are those bunnies
and little squirrels that sprinted,
rollicked and rocked
over my grassy lawn?
Where’s grass?
Where’s lawn?
Under the searing Sun
where are smiles, glee, bliss and prank?
The dead autumn leaves
under my feet
whispered in husky, crackling tones
the secret of seasons:
“We’re dead…interred we reach soon
our mother roots’ bed.
We’ll sprout again
as leaves tender, sleek and charming…
no death to us…
no dearth
for green-green wealth.
but in today’s stony deserts euphemistically called cultured cities do the greens and birds have much chance?
@Siddha Nath Singh, Dear friend, There is no death to nature. People living in metros and large cities miss the nature’s original beauty. I heard metro people asking: “how paddy and wheat are manufactured? Do they grow on trees? How salt is produced…is it in a big machine-filled factory?” People living in cities should once in a while visit villages and dense woody lands.
Extremely delighting poetry on the subject
Enlightening too in the manner of penning & the feelings & thought it propounds
Liked immensely
Hearty kudos
good poem, Anuradha.
Congrats………..
Good One
Lovely and so picturesque!
Thanks Ulhas and Parminder. I wonder why this poem is not featured on the home page of the site. So far i have not received any personal msg. too from the p4.
Many days after the announcement i found that this poem won prize by looking accidentally into ‘Topics’.
“The desiccated bed
of my garden-pond
it seems,
has no tears to shed
at her robbed off
once brimming water wealth.”
Congrats.
@medhini,
Anuradha,
Hearty congrats!
Keep it up. Kusum