Showing posts with label river. Show all posts
Showing posts with label river. Show all posts
Thursday
MEMORY
MEMORY: ********************************* (memory is an everlasting treasure----) I was filled with excitement, My hea...
Tuesday
MEMORY
*********************************
(memory is an everlasting treasure----)
I was filled with excitement,
My heart was beating fast,
Spending, span of fifty years abroad,
My heart was beating fast,
Spending, span of fifty years abroad,
I was reaching my village, at last.
I had past memories of the village,
When I was young boy of ten,
I still had a vision in my eyes,
Of that place, as it was then,
Narrow lanes, and thorny bushes,
Endless fields, fragrance of land,
Round shouldered huts, zigzag fence,
Neighboring river, and knocking sand.
Crop, as regiment, standing high,
Greenery laid on the bed of soil,
Tough farmers, with rigid figures,
Fighting their fate, in turmoil.
.
When I reached my native place,
I was shocked, with the series of reflex,
My vision,my village,my dreamland-
Had turned, into an industrial -complex.
My village did not exist, at all,
Dreamland was not there to define,
There was a sign- board flashing,
“National Highway Twenty- Nine.”
No forest,no huts,no village,no fields,
All vanished.beneath the dense smoke,
Virgin river dipped into jungle of concrete,
My vision? dreamland?--O,what a joke!
I had past memories of the village,
When I was young boy of ten,
I still had a vision in my eyes,
Of that place, as it was then,
Narrow lanes, and thorny bushes,
Endless fields, fragrance of land,
Round shouldered huts, zigzag fence,
Neighboring river, and knocking sand.
Crop, as regiment, standing high,
Greenery laid on the bed of soil,
Tough farmers, with rigid figures,
Fighting their fate, in turmoil.
.
When I reached my native place,
I was shocked, with the series of reflex,
My vision,my village,my dreamland-
Had turned, into an industrial -complex.
My village did not exist, at all,
Dreamland was not there to define,
There was a sign- board flashing,
“National Highway Twenty- Nine.”
No forest,no huts,no village,no fields,
All vanished.beneath the dense smoke,
Virgin river dipped into jungle of concrete,
My vision? dreamland?--O,what a joke!
Life was running with high speed,
People, stick to pendulum, like the pets,
Village vanished beneath the chimneys,
Hooters and sirens guided the puppets.
Highway had joined two giant metros,
To bridge the new age, by presence,
Poor tiny river had died, beneath the bridge,
To become MEMORY; beyond existence.
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(C) keshavdubey
26 -4-'25
Highway had joined two giant metros,
To bridge the new age, by presence,
Poor tiny river had died, beneath the bridge,
To become MEMORY; beyond existence.
**********************************
(C) keshavdubey
26 -4-'25
Saturday
The Journey
The Journey
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(1)
I go a long, long way,
Fall, fail, and suffer, in valleys and sand,
I tire, retire, retreat, and rest,
Keeping my milestone in the hand.
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(2)
The River jumps, dances, falls from the peak,
Breaking barriers- catastrophe, damage, and flee,
And all this thunder, violence, and destruction-
Only to calmly embrace the sea?
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(3)
I stand at the junction of two roads,
The first unknown path is damaged and distorted,
I choose the other familiar and comfortable path,
That leads me to the point, from where; I started.
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(4)
The River falls down from the peak,
Running , dancing, jumping, all acts of mime,
She blames the dead, rigid, inert mountain-
who has traveled the everlasting journey of Time.
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=keshav dubey=
17-5-24
keshavdubey.com
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