Annwesa
Abhipsa
THE TREE
My
viability crumbled down,
Just in an
instant.
Your barbarous hands ,
Took off my
modest chastity.
A rabble of
birds
With their
sweet nothings
Sit on my
branch.
I covered
them up
All day and
night
With my
motherly embrace
I sing and
make them to slumber.
I coated my
preserved sufferings
On my naked
bark.
And
continued spreading
My gathered
happiness to all.
Engraving
me in their arms
Amusing in
my charms,
Sleeping on
my lap,
I scattered
my fragrance.
And the
innocent birds
Rested on
my shadow.
On a cruel
morning that day
They
marched towards me.
With their
all vigour,
Killed my
heart out.
Snatched my
green
Leaves
,fruits and flowers
And my
brown raw trunk.
The tired
laborers
Could find
my breast pair
Even in the
evil darkness.
Now,I am
astripped off helpless tree.
Having
nothing to cover my face
And my
ravaged body .
I,in shame
Leaned down
for a time.
Joined my
hands in despair.
“Oh god!
Forgive
them.
They are
the tired laborers
With the
hunger
The hunger
of money.
Spreading
nectar
Is whose
duty.
Leading the
path of renunciation
Is whose
responsibility.
The path
finder to the high seas
Can never
be tired.
shall never
be helpless
And put on
vengeance.
Again shall
stand up
To hold
The tired
laborers
Into her
embrace.
She has to
stand up
She has to
compile up
The fruits
and flowers.
Yes,my body
shall again
Be filled
With the
divine nectar.
My family
shall again revive
With the
birds’ laughter.
Annwesa Abhipsa
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