Dead touches life !!!A Poem by Yamini Jain the poem is a dramatic narrative . i enjoy gesturing and singing it !
Inside the cold earthly chest did lie, A winged seed with half an open eye, He saw but dark and breathed too hard … Alone he was alive, all alone he sighed. He spoke to the leaves past buried and dead, To the flowers withered and the shed. They told him their tales of life and death … Like to a baby cozy in the bed. The trodden wailed at the solitary being, Fearing its future would be as theirs had been? Whether he would survive or be one like them? … Whether he would grow up out or mere lie therein? The dead then wept, all night long… And the little seed rested, listening their song! Their tears gushed to nourish the slept , With two sprouted arms, he woke next dawn. He giggled and wriggled for next few days, And the dead touched life in several ways, The earth then opened … And the tender entered an all new space! He lifted and lifted and rose and rose , Like heeding to some sorcerer’s force . . . his flowers , leaves and fruits and roots … Whose each part , god himself chose ! All was well …until autumn in drew , Dry winds replaced the morning dew… His flowers then withered and fruits too fell.. He went mad with rage, without a clue. He called for the heavens and cried to the god, “my beauty snatched , what was my fault ?, I m such naked , unable to stand .. ‘ve come here to seek help my lord !! “ The clouds went heavy , listening him yell , And the kind god gestured to end autumn’s knell … Laden clouds bursted into tears , Over the pleading tree , they fell !! Pulled back to life , in joys swayed .. Again his features laid , all god made . his little seeds sprouted somewhere underneath, So many plants sprang up in its shade! The tree rejoiced to look all around, Seeing his little children adorning the ground, He never thought this beauty would time bring, Alone afterwards, he himself not found!! Thereafter to god , he never complained, Of falling flowers and dropping fruits, For he had known…from his older days… That the dead touches life in several ways!! © 2013 Yamini Jain |
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Yamini JainJaipur, Rajasthan, IndiaAboutI try to write language of my heart , that peeps out through my eyes but cant roll up in my speech ! more..Writing
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