In some enduring aridity of life
Even smiles dry up from the lips.
Just a stub of stubborn existence remains
Like a deciduous autumnal tree.
And into the enveloping shadows
Do the long accustomed feet blindly move
Stomping the dead leaves and hopes.
Nobody loves a withered tree
Or a man wounded at heart.
Perhaps everybody is lonely in grief!
For a drop of rain
For the smell of damp earth
For a new twig to spring
For the song of the bird
The tree…
And
For a drop of tear
For a reassuring touch
For a caressing heart, and
For an enduring embrace
The man…
.
.
.
Long
.
Aranya Krishna
Telugu
Indian

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