I argue...
What you’ve -doesn’t belong to me!
So why should “I” lie under your
Dry-Indistinct-hazy Canopy…?
Unlike yours,
Green is my sky and blue- my ground
Here bud the Stars that blossom
The swifts- the flaps "The Flail Sound
Twinkles, here the flowers
Unlike yours,
They fill in the abyss
The gentle breeze can swing
That- drops the happiness-as the oozing
“Gentle-Green-Glare” anonymity…
Unlike yours,
I can pluck the gorgeousness
And feel its fragrances
It’s the limit for some
But,
I can go swinging around…
The unruffled shed
For me
My “Sky”…
That roots in the magnificent Earth
Unbiased!
Sacred!
And Green!
I have no big promises like yours!
To climb the ladder and pull down the veil
Bring the stars!
Adorn the Laurels!
But yeah,
I am amused by
Flowers that shines!
Dews on the stars,
The fluttering fin
and
For me, my sky is always “Green”
-By Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”
Under the Green Sky and the wild lilacs all
Around
4th August,2011, Thursday- IISc
Dedicated:
To the Verdent-moss-quiet-turf …my head relaxes on!
To the detonators of nature!!!
Dedicated to IISc, India