Saturday, July 13, 2019

Paramananda Mahanta, Keonjhar, Odisha, India

Climate Change
O soothing Breeze
Touch me at the shore of pleasure ,
Extend your love laden wings.
Girdle me with your gossiping clouds,
In the way you tendered my forefathers.
Come when I walk through the meadows
And on the kissing signs of the sun in the forest grid.
Filming through the vegetable panes,
Talking to the trees at the waving leaves
In the divine lane.
Don't burn me a cake
With my father's factory fumes,
Brother's spiraling car dust and killing gases,
Chasing me in the darkest moon,
To a state of meaninglessness.
Lease me a life in your state
To bloom petals in me unchecked ,
To embrace things of beauty you've sown.
Linking me the era of bygone,
In the blooming earth In the mellowing sun.

© 2019 Paramananda Mahanta




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