WHISPER OF MAHAGIRI
The dusty dusk
throws its golden coloured light
on the wide and long range of hills –
when the dark, lonely night
waits to appear
to cover under its wings
and the world that I can see.
The shadow of Mahagiri resembles
the faint advent of the night
the setting sun old and tired
bids bye to the home-ward birds at sight.
A newly married woman
stands at her cottage door at the foot hills
Her anxious eyes moves on
round and round
looking like a dancing deer.
Whom does she wait for ?
From which corner of the deep woods
who comes dancing ,
jumping with long steps
as long as his own shadow.
But darkness doesn’t have a shadow
The hills and woods mingle together
getting lost in each other
forgetting their individual identity.
The timid flame burning in the cottage
swings in the uneasy darkness
that brings the corpses
of many wishes and aspirations.
A basketful stars In the sky
watch the woman still standing silently
at her cottage door-
At this moment
Comes the whispers of Mahagiri high .
The woman still stands there, so shy.
@ Copyright reserved by Surendra Biswal
December 29, 2019.