No denim clothing
No concrete roofing
No motor car comforting
No electricity lighting…
Simple is the living
Contented are they all together
Happy are the oldies
Happier are their girls and boys…
Deep in the thickets the other side of the valley
With the walls of mahoganies around
Emergency call for the congregation of
The empty bowels crying
The broken skeletons limping
The lost ploughs looping
The impotent land begging…
Where the need are worn away
Where the dreams are grounded down
Where the joys are torn apart
With the hopes knitted tirelessly
Strangers attempted strangeness.
An ungracious pebble was thrown from the other side
Into the perfectly calm green lakes in meditation
Serene white waters of the valley in slumber,
Ripples, Ripples, Ripples
More pebbles!
More ripples!
Virginity of the white waters of the green lake lost
Lost in the valley chronically that is raped
Lost forever and ever
No vigilance vigilant around.
While the monsoons shy away
Seeds hide cuddled beneath laterite
Thatches fly with the taunting storms;
Shaky earth under those bleeding feet
Scorching sun over wounded heads
Silence at gun points
Gun points at silence!
When the drooping heads of the lambs rise
When
The empty bowels
The broken skeletons
The vanished ploughs
The impotent lands
Roar……….!
Sun has to rise again
Rise again in the east.
Red mountains across the belts stand
Witness history in making in the foothills
Future being built with mud and hearts, brick by brick.
Two thousand miles far away from the makeshift capital
Amidst the jungles of shrubs
Is the coincidence at reach,
The fall of one single pristine droplet from the heavenly sky
The rise of one single glaring lily from the faithful soil.
Hope lives now miles closer
I can sleep for the day with my dreams close to my lovely chest.
