(96) Shishirsikta kharjurviithi
| Drenched in dew, the line of date-palms Sways precariously. Winter has come to freeze with frost, Constructing new glaciers. Birds and beasts race away Unto far-off places To preserve their lives and to get heat, In hope of a fresh sun. Gentle water lilies no longer blossom With their blushing sweetness. Tell me today, at whose beck Was this trembling roused from sleep at dawn? This colorful earth has become barren, Resembling the disheveled form of an ascetic. |
Sarkarverse article
Audio recording
No comments:
Post a Comment