Hasan Baglar
By
Durgesh Verma
An insect’s query
“I laugh
I dance
I sing
the songs.
On the soft
green branch
I stand firmly
with four legs.
But an unanswered question is
in my head –
Who says –
I am just an insect?
See my hands are
in pose.
Wings are
half spreaded of course.
My little mind is developing
a new life concept.
Who says –
I am just an insect?
Though, I know
my life is too short.
Yet, I’m filled it
with colorful art.
I live happily
without having any expect.
Who says –
I am just an insect?
I’ve captured
the flowing sands of time
and have mixed it with cement
for a perfect wine.
Wine which may give
a wonderful moment ceaseless.
Who says –
I am just an insect?
Sometimes I’m racing
with the waves
to search the destination
of my self respect.
My existence in this world isn’t
by mistake.
Who says –
I am just an insect?”
The Frozen Blackberry
“An unknown sadness
and madness prevails.
The heart bereft from
inner peace.
A peculiar prong
spreads on the bushy path.
Which offers violent weapon to a person
and snatches his all artistic means.
On the other hand-
The frozen blackberry
is eagerly awaiting for sunbathe.
Its branch shakes
with wavy wind increase.
So, search the door of calmness
in nature’s lap.
You’ll feel a fresh warmth of love
which is itself a masterpiece.”
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