Do you remember that we had sowed a plant in our garden
Come and see it has blessed with fruits
Some sour and some sweet
This is the outcome of it’s long years' Penance
Burning summers, ruthless monsoons, and freezing winters
That much it suffered
It was entitled to get the fruitage
But what about the plant I sowed
The plant of hope
I didn’t get the fruitage so far
Don’t have any clue
Till when it would have to burn
And how many nights it will be agonized
Don’t know when it will get the outcome of penance
May be never
May be I sowed the bushes of acacia
May be I sowed a wrong seed
Or a moldy hope
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MINGLED FEELINGS
PoetryWhen you feel drowned and agonized in the lake of pain then emotions raise in the form of verse and poetry
