THE CLOUD AND THE SEEDS

(Poem) 

By M. A. Rathore

I think

Why does it not rain and clouds here?

Where some innocent seeds are

Lying down in their semi-life state;

Their inexpressible

Desire and for their inner

As pure as the first rain

For the lips of a virgin.

 

So I think again

Why does not any cloud feel sympathy for him?

On the zigzag way of life

Their first step was not easy for the seeds

To be exploded;

Perchance they blasted into

A newly grown offshoot

Their dreams come true.

 

Having received their

Proper treatment of soil, water, and manure

Splitting earth will proceed

Their first step towards the light

They have spent

Their moments, months, and years of life

In the gloomy darkness.

 

They have forgotten

Their existence, for they were not wise

And they were unknown towards their lot

Clashed with the stony rocks

And bled many times;

Borders were to be made smooth

As the blades of the petal

But how was it possible?

 

It is a matter to be solved

For no clouds overcast here

And the surroundings

Will change into the smiling granary

As a lush green garden

For he knows that

These seeds will create the future of the cloud

Having bloomed thus.

 

So he is overcast

And the seeds will no longer yield for their quest

For the cloud and the seeds

The same thing but

That the cloud lives in the sky

While others

In the deep lap of the natural ground.

 

One who has his step on the earth

Said to be in the existence

For they are present

And on the horizontal peak

That cloud over there is the future;

Now this cloud has to rain and bust into thunder;

To make their present into a better future.                         

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