Monday, July 21, 2014

The Deficit Oftenness

The dry lands,
All caked up,
Bare patches,
Brittle and barren,
Their unbroken askant gaze,
Unrewarded,
Yellow skies unrelenting,
The clouds come and pass,
The grey tinge,
Deliberately playing
Hide and seek,
Parched throat,
Croaking hoarsely,
Not until next week.
Prayers rise.


12 comments:

  1. That's a terrible condition, nature may do this to the whole world if we ignore the signs already given..

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    1. Yeah, that's one terrible condition. No one is heading the signs. Thankfully the dreaded drought is overcome in most of the India now. Thanks for visiting.

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  2. So good! I send up those same prayers.

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    1. We all were doing this till a few days back. We have had some relief now. Thank you for visiting.

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  3. Such great visuals to paint this bleak--but not hopeless--picture.

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    1. Thank you so much Jennifer for your kind words

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  4. I can feel the hot, dry air in this. Makes me think of Oklahoma. Evocative.

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    1. Thank you so much. I am glad the aridness comes across.

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  5. People should really use the word askant more often. Your piece reminds me of a dream I had where I was lost in the desert.

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    1. I am sorry you can relate to the dryness. Even i like the word askant - gives a sort of classic feel. Thank you so much.

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  6. Such tension in this brief poem -- I can feel the narrator's struggle.

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    1. Thank you so much Estheria for reaching the core of narrative

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