‘He’ brought me,
The flowers-
Where no fragrance
Remained!
I praised ‘him’ for his efforts,
And said
“Why these papers,
Looks like
The flower-in-vain! ”
‘He’ took me to
The place-
Where no grasses
Were touched!(by the beam of light)
I admired the obscurity,
And said
“Why can’t you fetch in
That tiny Sun,
In your mighty-wallet!”
‘He’ showed me up,
to ‘his’ ceiling-
The majestic bunch light
hanging dead!
I smiled, mockingly
and said
“why don't you allow-in
the brilliance of
millions of fireflies"
to ‘his’ ceiling-
The majestic bunch light
hanging dead!
I smiled, mockingly
and said
“why don't you allow-in
the brilliance of
millions of fireflies"
For ‘his’ every labor,
I tried finding- Zilch!
For ‘he’ knew, by now-
That
Yes, I hate ‘him’!
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”
25th-July-2012-CES-IISc-12.30pm
Infected eyes-Infected thoughts-
Materialism [He] Vs. Spiritualism [I]
Posted by
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"