The thuds and the squeaks…
And the silence…
Of the concealed
clatters…
Fills the humid
ambiance…
The splash of
the mud…
And the hovering
wasps…
Somewhere behind
the bamboos…
Rests the mighty
trunk…
Smelling the
sweat of wild flowers…
Intoxicated…
Yet, vigilant!
As grey as the
rock,
Submerged in the
land…
Where thousands
of them
Might have
crossed…
Along the
trails…
As verdant as
the grasses-
Munched somewhere
beyond the woods!
Ahead they move-
Calmly…
The withered
leaves under their feet,
Like a globe of
furs!
Inside those
tiny hamlets…
Scattered….
Hither, thither
and yon...
Sleeps that
fear-
A fear of being
crushed…
A fear-
That rises with
the rise…
Of that wild
moon!
With a hush-
A heart pound
can hear!
The slumber with
the eyes-
As open as the
sky!
Somewhere in the
woods-
The screech
of that owl…
Strike those
mighty ears…
Flap and flap…
And the stillness,
again!
The ripples in
the puddle…
The cologne…
Of the ripen
grains…
Barriers of no
border!
And the
emancipation…
Of the abiding caravan!
Righteousness,
the nature did…
Rivers, lands
and forests…
Theirs, it was…
And it will be…
As elderly as
the twisted boughs…
They have caressed…
Each fragment of
it!
The lush green
forests-
Hence…
Hide the massive
giants…
Whose fates are written-
In their night
soils-
With the sadness
hidden underneath…
And the exhilaration
in the air…
They march-
As silently as…
The wild moon
above..
The silhouette-
Of trunks, tusks
and the strength!
As vivid as the
pool nearby-
They march-
To the next
crop-field…
And,
The journey continues…
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
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