The Snow Lovers

dedicated to my students....

Every time
I climb
the spiral of that temple,
My heart shivers,
My legs behave abnormally,
but i push them up,
I begin my prayer,
my eyes see the hearts pre-occupied,
darkened with the ashes of dead thoughts,
the effigies of capitalism,
the products of absurdity,
showing  no signs of recovery,
nor a wink of remorse on their faces....
not ready to welcome the spring of light.
They love chill, snow,cold,ice and being frozen...
a mere thought of spark or fire
makes them afraid,
these doves only chat,surf and murmur,
they are sure to lay eggs of dead tomorrow,
I feel my eyelids getting heavier ,
I can not see,
I withdraw and get lost in my own realms,
I descend with the weight of evolution on my shoulders,
and reach at the gate,
a little shabby soul appears before me ,
he greets me with his eyes piercing into  my heart ,
and gently asks me a question.
My heart beats regain normalcy,
My eyes can see clearly...............


Mukesh Raval
Palanpur,
India [20/01/2010]

Author's Note

the present situation of education in some of the countries......