A flitting journey of miles to death
From roof to window from door to door
Last forlorn leaf fluttering in last side shoot
I pray to stay though little puff was all
Roads are furnished by corpse everywhere
Fallen Pale bodies of darling autumn tree
I armless murderer with my sharp pointed sole
Rustling, surging before death, beneath my feet
Sky is not so far, Autum rang the bell of war
All burn down to ashes some long-lie fall
Wintery winds whisked off from spire peak
Shriveled rose’s heart lying in main bough
winds roar flirts clouds passion more
conquested floor kicked off pinnacte door
dawn got lost in eternal doom
Behind the alp of white witch of snowland
Sick sun now forgets to shine bright
Precised day and elongated night
Jasmine beloved daughter of spring is in infirmity
All blessings are tormenting In Dying couch
Tufted ducks with short black necks
Flapping wings, chanting hymn of farewell
Bosom friend of mine, come to meat
Barn swallow, welcome to home in my room
Chilly hazy dawn and blind nightfall
whispered me secrets of autumnal laws
Mother of beauty, lovable spring gave me date
Separation is short time fate, I will wait, I will wait
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Who forgets her esteem like this!!!…..
Your slogan,”Dowry is innovation” you are the one who makes it fashion. You prefered the ”law of westernisation”
and Now complaing loudly about opression.
Untrained,unstrategic , demonstarting arrogance
And wants reward of expert tactee & patience.
If you would take the dowry of modesty
men would be immaculate & chastity.
If you take the___” Dowry of gentleness.”
In men __sense of responsibilty awakeness
Wish !you preferr the knowledge of religion
you would breath in the atmospere of love
But you are on the verge of destruction
your faith,peace,freedom and resolution.
O’you who have strayed from right path.
You have to run generation & it is your duty to bathe.
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Born in a bourgeoisie
I yearned to be well educated
Toiling hard and striving for it
Transformed me to realise the dream.
Getting the job with ease
Further strengthened and rejuvenated my self
Was passionate to live a life of liberty, tranquillity and contentment.
Tying the nuptial was my
Late grandfather’s strong desire
Hither and thither did he put options for me
So much did he love me
Closer to me was he than my father.
For choosing the spouse
Little did I put my efforts
To seek a resplendent, virtous and obedient match
At the very first meeting and gaze
Did I show my assent.
Post marriage, was I caught in mental trauma
Relatives from the dou side
Ailed, annoyed and displeased me
Some calling me disloyal to parents
While some belittling my spouse.
Days, months and years passed
To agonize me, seem their only aim was
During nights in my cozy room
Feeling displeased do I think
Is it a routine for every married male ?
Or am I the only victim ?
Oh my lord ! Do show some mercy
Lest I shall be lost..
Rayees Ahmad Kumar is a columnist and teaches at Govt Secondary School Anderwan Ganderbal.