SUMITRA MISHRA

 

The River Soul

The river 

Chooses it’s own path

Willing not to obey the mountain’s law

Or the Ocean’s imperial desire

It finds the softest soil to slide in

And glide happily giggling on its own course!!!

Yes, I am a river

Willing to be unwilling 

Caring not to be cowered

My appearance, like my water is cool 

But I am adamant like the adamantine rocks

I can cut with my slow motion and slaying smile!!!

If I will 

I can run wild into the fiery forest 

Or wash away the pain of the parched hills

Or deluge the desert of desiccated hearts

Or carry the bundles of sins of kings and queens

Or I can throw away the memories of bloody battles

Like useless pebbles into the dark sea of Time!

Yes, some call me crazy, some showy

But my warbling and babbling enchants all

My open hanging tresses entice

Both the small boats, yachts and the big ships

My womb nurtures fishes, frogs 

As lovingly as the snakes and crocodiles

But my heart forever craves for the love of 

The mighty Sea, from where my origin be

For in my beginning is my end

And in my generosity lies the bounty of God!!!

Rat In A Trap

I feel like 

A rat in a trap

There’s no escaping it.

I live in the present 

Take stock of what I have

Never mind 

That the trap is iron or gold.

I am led by my nose

To where life is

Love is

I learn to manipulate.

It’s my destiny 

It’s God’s wish

It’s Nature’s way

It’s best for my health.

Who cares for my 

Sanity or insanity? 

It’s the way things are!

Forget the hole

Don’t care or bother!

SUMITRA MISHRA