Thursday, May 24, 2012


Amongst this huge noise,
When I mutely behold 
Last leaf -withering away
Taciturn- I stand!

The eyes hence rolls around
To catch the glimpse of
The last voyage of the roving clouds…
That river where meanders
The last hope!

Round the bend,
I may sound, my folks!
For I fancy that
those dying flowers
must blossom…
For it must see
What it means to me!

If only the prayers would
have worked !
I could see the shining Sun
amidst the nights!
And the thorns of cactus
Could never pierce my heart!

This gust of air brings in 
The hope!
That the rain shall drench my land
That the wind will blow off the sand…
That the mighty heaven will speak-
A word!

Blind-folded, I am
For I trust merely- in

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”
19th May, 2012
I pray for you... 

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