Thirsty Land... Poem by Tapashya Das Sinha

THIRSTY LAND.
Me the whole,
Thirsty for thy shower,
A drop of ye
My crust desire…
Flakes of sun
Burnt me whole,
In drought of oasis
My soul yowls…
Yore have been in me
The ocean green,
Under giant shades
The fowl screams…
Yonder fade days,
Mortal now,
Youth of maize
Vision search for cattle graze…
Lend me thine drops,
Crying mine nano crops…
Wet my bosom,
Let again mine ever,
Gloomy buds blossom…

Plead thee humble!
Refill my stream,
Me for yore
Dazzling swift aisle
A desired dream…
Thee a life Bard!
Thee a life Guard!
Nevertheless,
How could ye convert?
Mine land to a nature’s graveyard…
Thy demons of misery
Choking kids,
Ye the Hands,
To sow my seeds,
While Ye the only Hands, Who feed…
Shower thy bliss on me,
Save my beloved,
Be not so unkind thee…
Naked I whole
With wrinkled cracked skin,
Unbearable pang,
Alike piercing ample pins…
My creatures mortal
In grief and wail
Where,
Thy metonym clouds
Are on merry sail…
Mercy me, Mine creation,
Showers of mercy
Thy own lord’s sensation.
Plead thou!
Let not my land convert as,
‘Bed of cremation’.
Shrivel my nature in keen head,
Shun is thy kindness,
My lap is turning into sickbed…
Narrate me thee
My sin loud,
The reason behind my land not plough,
Nevertheless,
Beholding oceans of clouds,
Why aren’t they drifting loud?
Me the whole,
Thirsty for thy shower,
Naked I am,
My hope is on fire,
Shower thy mercy,
Just a drop of thee, my crust desire…