Insatiate Thirst
May
be, the wonder were all,
the
Birth,
the
vision of sunshine and the silhouettes!
Sweet
smell slithered
into
nostrils,
winged
on soft zephyr.
The
sight –
in
quiet and pleasant green woods
danced
the delighting spring
in
chirps and in coos.
The
quite blossoming after,
the
coarse delight oared
on
the overflowed stream
piercing
the surging waves.
Of
cruel end at the spring,
the
warmth seared summer’s wind,
the
tender sprout was burnt
and
soil was cracked;
elided
draught and famine.
Blind
for all sights and pilgrimage bleak,
the
wayfarer tired was of wandering,
And
became thirsty in the un-constant mirage of desert.
And
those like a treacherous Giantess
chewed
the green heath.
The
last Myth!
Now,
the insatiate thirst bashes,
to
be quenched, the flattering sky
for
a drizzle of shower. Alas!
Cherrapunji
is far, far away the Land!
(Published in Environmental Literature: Research Papersand Poems: 250)