For Her Poem by Sudam Panigrahi

For Her



In the summer morning

The sun pops up, smiling

And resumes his operation

Of pilfering water from pond

And donating to the sky anon.



I see her serpentine gait,

Trudging softly on pebbles

With tinkle of trinkets,

As Alta around sole edges,

Sparkling while her

black plait dances.



My gaze follows that belle,

Bedecked with a veil,

To the dwindling pond,

As in her armpit,

A pitcher bonds.



Standing on a stone,

To Keep the Alta safe

She looks at the depleted bed,

Filling slowly and in installment,

Avoiding the lily leaves.

When I hear the displacing air,

From the pitcher,

Remember I the Sabd Vedi arrow

Of King Dasrath

And cry of dying Sraban.



As her sari rustles

Drenches it the dripping water,

I see her smile of satisfaction,

As pearl drops

And the rest

My pen does.

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