Visual: Gopal Lahiri, Text: Sunil Sharma
The Call of the Mountain
The solitude of a suburban
Home. During the
Raging pandemic, the
Mountain wrapped in
Cool blue,
Beckons---
Like a long lost friend
Standing the other side
Of the shimmering lake.
Electric blue,
Beckons---
Like a long lost friend
Standing the other side
Of the shimmering lake,
Waving silently, hopefully.
***
Solitude
Another world awaits the
Traveler here.
A pathway to bliss and
Tranquility
Wilderness?
Sorry!
It is where God’s other
Children live, away from the
Civilization, predatory!
Come and immerse yourself
In the tranquility but
Come as a photographer, not
As a hunter or
Poacher. Let them
Live as designed by
Nature, not as dictated by
An insatiable greed for the
Super profits.
***
Rose
You are a thing of
Beauty, rose!
Fascinating humankind
For centuries
With colours, textures
And fragrance, carefully
Evolved over time.
You continue to be a source
Of pure sensuous
Delight!
Conveying this subtle message:
Should not humans create
Beauty rather than
Enmity?
Concord,
Not discord?
Patterns intricate, aesthetic
Rather than things destructive
Decisive for vote-bank politics?
***
Be a rose!
Give delight in every situation.
Comfort the distressed and
Spread fragrance and beauty
Everywhere, despite living
On thorns and being fragile!
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