The Seedless … Afsar
The seed
Has become unviable.
1
You and I
are a desert each now
A Thar…
A Sahara…
2
The path lays there like a tired breath
our path … in that wild.
The course smothered under our steps
is like a lone cob glistening through your mantle…
it is a smile dashed against the shores of my lips…
3
That land is no more,
With fields bowing under heavy harvest
And our hands grazing over them.
There is no more that scaffolding
nor the dreams we once dreamt lying there.
4
There’s no river
or our feet dunked in it
neither the ripples they created there
nor the fish that kissed them.
5
No,
There is not a drop in the river
And in our eye that anxiously follows it.
6
Is this reticence?!
.
Afsar

మునిగిన కొలది లోతు తెలుస్తుంది అంటారు. ఈ కవిత్వం కూడా అంతేనేమో నండీ!..
అర్ధం చేసుకోవడానికి ప్రయత్నిస్తున్నాను.
మంచి కవిత్వాన్ని మాకు అందుబాటులోకి తెచ్చారు. ధన్యవాదములు.
మెచ్చుకోండిమెచ్చుకోండి
Vanaja garu,
This is one of the most recent poems of Afsar. The angst he expressed about is for the fading human relations and the ‘almost absent ‘ faith between them. When that eternal spring dries up the consequences are fatal. He asks in the end what kind of silence is that? The silence before storm is something we should be really afraid of.
with very best regards
మెచ్చుకోండిమెచ్చుకోండి