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| Image Courtesy:Google: Poem submitted for prakriti contest 2016 |
Her supple feet walked on the fescues
To the fading count of ten, nine, eight...
Eyes blindfolded, arms outstretched...
Her tender fingers octaved in air...
One high.. two low..high again.. seeking..
...Whooping..,shouting..... for those concealed
The lucent sun in mellowed yellow
Spoked its rays in her ears - so tender, so warm...
To mumble her pals' hidely-out -
Lo! in vain as it dipped -
deep, deeper, deepest -
in the laps of its lady dusk
"Sharon -Sharon, Annie - Annie, Henry - Henry",
Echoes of her shrilled voice....
Cut past that steep valley - sunless, ..moonlit..
Eyes unveiled, toes tripping.-
- on the pebbles...
Green, gray, white and brown....
Bees, bugs, allies and cricket...
Dense trees...thick shrubs...
The aroma of herbs...then all ALIVE - .that she -
had read long before -,
in the well groomed pages,
Of her favorite science text...
"Lost in the woods....", Her lips murmered,
Trembling, panicking..in wary..
her eyes void of daring dreams...
Peering into the gloomy night...
A new world - of no hope and all hopes...
as a woman's first labor.....
Clutched to those thorny vines...
She remained in that woodland...
where she saw no fairies....
that once lived in her sleep....
Her night...- the holy night of realization
As it occurred to her...
Her destiny ..designed, so intricate..in her palms....
like the veins of an almond leaf.... !!
And she walked eternally into the quest of her new life....!!
