After a long time, one day, God knows how
The sound of a woodpecker, piercing the heart like thunderbolt,
Started echoing, started echoing Like a clash of the natural logic of labour, a direct clash! Following the woodpecker breaking into the present,
I saw dreams shaking hands with nightmares,
I saw giant butterflies drinking the juice of life,
I saw the future in the debris of past time,
like the dried sprout of some strange plant,
I saw myself in my opposite,
I saw the eternal truth telling a lie,
the ink would not dry, the words would become meaningless,
language was so ephemeral,
I saw the deprived people offering flowers to the deprived....
The day was about to end,
the shadow of the tree of the soul,
became longer and pulled me along with it,
the immortal world of that shadow Inside
a hut,
which had been engulfed by flames years ago
It was still alive as it was,
There was the steady melody of the yellow light of the lamp
There was a trembling fearless flame
In whose aura the whole world was awake
Even though it appeared to be asleep on the surface
In the thatched roof of that hut
In a village situated on the high bank of the Ganges
My story was written on yellow pages of paper,
My mother's childhood was still playing on that hill
Those dusty feet were hopping like doves,
With the support of the inverted pot
I was crossing the stream
I was wading the sea on my knees
I am an explorer of the legends of the islands
You stay ready, I will reach your shore too
Someday walking on some waves,
Come along with me
Holding your hand
Oh my opposite, I will take you
To the stage in the new scene where
turmoil of conflict
Is going to wake up again!
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day. @vikbuddy ☺️🙏
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