In the desolate fields lies a tree that’s dead.
Charred to the roots with scavengers for blossoms.
The heat is oppressive, the breeze engulfs you, leaving a film of dust.
Two old villagers have furtive eyes.
And only the birds fly into the yellow haze
with cries that pierce the sun.
but one day a seed will sprout
ReplyDeleteone day the spring will come
it will be after a long time from hence
but it will surely come
when tender green leaves sprout
and children will play in the shade and shout
the blossoms will adorn the green foliage
and underneath will sit the holy sage
A utopian world
ReplyDeleteWith promises
Of a happy existence
May it be thus
For before dawn
Comes the darkest hour
hmmm intresting lines and more so when continued by ajay......be more regular on ur posts at blogger
ReplyDeleteHey Rainuca. Is that u in the pict?
ReplyDeletewe want regular updates!
ReplyDeletewere those pictures taken by you?
ReplyDeleteBhagya: Yes it is.
ReplyDeleteZii: I have been very very lazy.
les_fleurs: The ones I am in were clicked by a friend. It's an island in Goa - Diva. I clicked the one of the tree.
A coffee has been pending for far too long miss:) You Sms'd me - alright, but when does it finally happen?
ReplyDeleteHey Renuka!
ReplyDeleteI like the pic...it goes well with the poem.
Nice blog. Will surely drop by again :)
I'd like to ask for new posts but I'm guilty of sloth too.
Sloth reminds me of Ice Age
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So where do you write?
ReplyDeleteMumMir, but most of the time I'm on the desk. Copy editing is a thankless job I tell you. Hmm
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