ASHUTOSH AGNIHOTRI writes a poem of hope to welcome 2015
I walk alone and barefooted on the hot, dry sand
The countless specks of the desolate desert dust
Are piercing through the lens of my hopeful eyes-
turning them red with strained and injured veins.
I try to cover my face in vain as the strong winds
hit and singe my face- not letting me stand and
walk any further, my feet sobbing with blisters!
What do I do now except perhaps sit and wait
for the day to sink and winds to get drunk
When I could lie down on the sedate sand
And let the moon melt above my wounded being-
May be, I can then start my quest again
For it is easier to walk when the sands are kinder
The patch of smiling green is not too far either
And I shall reach there in no time- getting cool water
To quench my thirst and dark shade to caress my eyes!
Let me walk and keep walking and reach there tonight
For tomorrow I cannot trust the treacherous sun again!
As I kept walking the whole night, panting for breath
Getting closer to the increasingly elusive smiling green
I woke up, with the cold draught of air hitting my face
And the roseate Rays kissing me with full, moist lips
I saw that my feet did not have any blisters, nor did my
Eyes feel strained and injured- lips were parched- yes
but water was next to me and I looked with thankfulness
outside my window, Where two little birds were merrily
hopping on the grass, which had just begun to hide the
insipid brown of the earth, watered and cared by me
Small, little patch, with fresh grass and blooming buds
And sprightly birds and butterflies- small and insignificant
Compared to the limitless expanse of scalding silver-
But large enough to soothe my feet and nourish my eyes
To let them see and chase better, brighter, lovelier
And more comforting landscapes tonight!