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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.


9 Comments

  1. Siddha Nath Singh says:

    but in today’s stony deserts euphemistically called cultured cities do the greens and birds have much chance?

    • anuradha says:

      @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.

  2. Vishvnand says:

    Extremely delighting poetry on the subject
    Enlightening too in the manner of penning & the feelings & thought it propounds
    Liked immensely
    Hearty kudos

  3. medhini says:

    good poem, Anuradha.

  4. Ulhas Kavle says:

    Congrats………..

    Good One

  5. parminder says:

    Lovely and so picturesque!

  6. anuradha says:

    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’.

  7. medhini says:

    “The desiccated bed

    of my garden-pond

    it seems,

    has no tears to shed

    at her robbed off

    once brimming water wealth.”

    Congrats.

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