KUMAR SRIKANTA
The sky is pitch black
The tiresome earth
In deep slumber
Still in rotation
With burdens of
Anguish and dreams
Pleading for clemency
Reminiscences are in the
dust
Nostalgia attacks her!
I contemplate
At the eastern horizon
Stars bury their dead
Glimpses of a
fluorescent glow
With contrast not to
sharp
Usher into this
Care-ridden earth
The stubborn resistance
Of the unscrupulous
darkness.
The intensity amplifies
The winsome earth is
At her first blush
The breath-taking
silhouette
Of the tranquil hills
Renaissance of light!
A large applause
From the chirping birds
Exhilarating!
The anxiety’s all over
A revolutionary change
in the eastern sky
A scarlet disc
Of pre-historic origin
Assends
From among the horizon
Under His surveilance
And sky’s mediation
An immortal
embellishment
For the living beings
The joys of rebirth are over.