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| Ranjana Sharan Sinha |
The So-Called Deadness
Stripped of their verdant attire,
leafless trees and bare branches
spread and stretch
skeletal fingers with nails stiletto:
The landscape whispers
a tale of solitude
wrapped in gloom.
Lost shapes and colours
have become metaphors of the past,
but even in seemingly lifeless state
secrets of renewal are buried
deep inside the trees:
Dreams of beauty and blossom,
echoes of verdure!
The cyclical nature
with changing seasons
create light and darkness--
Butterflies of happiness
and shadows of sorrow.
Stark trees endure and
wait with hope for
the return of spring:
Rejuvenation and rebirth!
Tanka-1
in a silent trance
stand the stoic trees in peace
deep stories to tell
mid a sea of yellow grey
complexness of existence
Tanka-2
the withered brown trees
silhouettes against the sky
life's fragility
the inevitable end
I muse on mortality.
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