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| @ painting by Shivali |
Weary-dreary, sleepy-solemn
A path rolling down the concrete
Crushes under feet vague notions
Translates abstracts into ‘concrete’
Bumping into pits and hole
Incessantly heads ahead sole
As she could visualize that paradise
Which nests in mango orchard
On charpoy rests unheard
Hushes rich, hot flashes of summer,
quenches thirst from lips of poor earthen urn
Oh!! Why throat is parched?
Why green is swallowed?
No side is found shaded
Laden with mangos mellowed!!
Falling upon head are mere the glares
Strolling down are feet, when she stares
On the same far-forlorn path
Rolling down the ‘concrete’……!!
-Shivali
