Striding lonely – Another name of a hard life
-Sylvia Razopadhyay
Did you hear about the grass that emerged?
From the crack in the blacktopped?
Did you see the rose that popped up?
From the crack of the deserted soil?
Proving nature’s law, the wrong
Absorbed to stride without feet.
Listen, the sound of agony
May be soundless, from far
Voiceless, from the distance.
Listen, even closely,
Lend the ears and eyes, yet close
The sound may be feeble, even fainter
The dreams may be hazy, even blur
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,
Discovered to breathe fresh air.
Long live
The rose that emerged from the deserted soil
The grass that popped up from blacktopped
When not a soul else ever cared
Striding lonely
Another name of a hard life.
