Last Letter
At times under a peculiar circumstance
One may hesitate to smile with a loved one
Might not opt to write the life a second
Or cry for consolations or compassion
When torture exceeds the limit of tolerance.
The words would be lost
In the mists of thoughts amidst the deserts of caravan nights.
And manipulate slowly the appearing dreams.
Thoughts scatter like pearls of a broken strings,
Difficult to collect as because disappear I
In the bed of granules of sand.
Conscience forces then
To forget the loved benevolences
That echoed once in grace
Yet not repeat now.
Voice gets choked as if lost forever.
A Sleeping City
Silence rules
Here, there and everywhere
As if the city is sleeping.
Now even wind doesn't whistle
And the singer in it appears missing
Dreading shadows
marching with silent steps
Stop over the scattered fields,
Where death descends
Wherever you look
A fierce face gazes at you
Hiding behind the horizon
All magical faces
With the piteous look.
A city of silence as if resonate death
Nowhere a life is traced
Nowhere you find children clamouring
Absolute confusion swells up
If any one will ever try to
wake up the sleeping city.
A strange silence is echoing the songs of death.
The bright flowers with stains of blood
Almost covers the faith
The glory is lost behind the vail,
Leaving behind the sleeping city to trail.
RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA
RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA: Born in Odisha in India has received her master’s degree in ' History ‘and 'Journalism and Mass Communication' from Utkal University, Odisha. She is a teacher by profession. Being a post graduate in ' Environmental Education and Industrial Waste Management ' from Sambalpur University Odisha, she has devoted herself as a Social Activist for the cause of social justice, Environmental issues and human rights in remote areas through non-governmental organizations. Poetry, Painting and Journalism are her passions.
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