My
Script Is Written
My script has
already been written
In my fate line
it has been hidden
My birth is not
just an occurrence
With ups and
downs doing a balance
Each moment I
am being pulled by
The rope of
destiny towards an end
I watch
standing by sides applauding
And mourning
family, kins and friends
April
Under the clear
sky of April
I lay and watch
the clouds flitting
Far away from
the verdant valleys
Comes
fragrances of flowers blooming
I close my eyes
and inhale
The morning
wind blowing past
Caressing my
face and tarries over
The landscape
and moves away too fast
I remember you
and our
Sweet love
lying on the grasses
How you blushed
when I kissed you
And hid my face
under your dark tresses
Listening to
the songs of
The cuckoos we
close our eyes
I remember the
days of sweet April
When love grows
deep and skyward flies
I
Have Not Written For Years
I don't want to
write about how
Happy I have
been all these years
People will
read
And feel sad
for my happiness
Though there is
no reason to do so
I will write
now about my sadness
About my broken
love and loss in business
About leaking
pipes that flooded
My kitchen and
I went to work hungry
About my
bleeding wound
From a road
accident
And about my
luxurious guava tree
That no more
bear fruits
I want to see
people happy
ANIL KUMAR PANDA
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