Pain Of Love…

In steamy holy silences of dew
A thousands cries and tears few
It isn’t my mistake, it’s not true
The pain inside me grew and grew
Night of war ended like this
A drizzling eye and a pious kiss
Between the satin sheets most I miss
We grew apart and it’s not a bliss
It won’t be true to hide it in
You knew it all, all within
Some words left unsaid, it’s not a sin
I lost myself, so now you win
Its true what u do never goes anywhere
It’s all around it settles down in air
All your deeds all the crimes u dare
You taste defeat when u think u r a player
And it happened I got to know how my venom felt
It tastes too bitter but I guess it was dealt
What I did last night happened to me today
I guess it’s the true price of your tears that I should pay…

                                                  Abhishek Kumar

Sir Padampat Singhania University

abhishekmr280@gmail.com

in collaboration with Elements, SPSU Udaipur

The Cry of the Earth

Rain, dear rain where are you?

I’ve been waiting for long,

But there is no sign of you.

Parched I am,

Dry, with no water.

My creatures thirst,

Their life’s getting worse.

But why this curse?

My children I have to nurse.

I know well,

That my children, the humans,

Have sounded the death knell.

Disregarding all warnings,

Ringing now the doom bell.

But, I as a mother,

Have to bother.

Because I can’t be quiet,

When my children need respite.

You are the supporter of life,

Without you there is agony and strife.

Without you there is grief,

Time for me will be brief.

If you want to teach the humans a lesson,

Why trouble my other children without a reason?

Though the prize of my creation,

Has forgotten his wisdom,

I’ll never let your plans for doom,

Come to fruition.

A mother that I am,

I plead with you,

Fill my bosom with waters.

Please forgive my children’s folly,

For their faults I’m truly sorry.

I’ll teach them someday their lesson,

But for now, please hasten.

Time’s running short,

My being is coming to a naught.

Bound to them I am by my maternal instinct,

I can’t see them in pain or distress.

Please shower your blessings on them,

I’ll be thankful forever.

I don’t want to be barren,

I want life to bloom within.

I’m still searching for you,

Rain, dear rain, where are you?

Reema D’souza

B.V.B.C.E.T, Hubli