I walk in the footsteps of Nature.
I am a She and believe She too is a She.
Her rivers run through my veins
so my feet tap unwittingly
to the rhythm of rain;
to the songs of rainbow;
I have embraced the Flame of Life.
In the thunderstorm days
I had learnt forbearance from Her.
I have seen how She is robbed of Her treasure;
She is abused, pummeled and battered
in the hands of greedy marauders
yet she breathes Her blessings into the sky
in the words of star-full nights
Taking cue from Her
I’ve come to terms
with the child snatcher Death
and turned my sighs into words.
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I live in the foothills
of Mount Kailash
who has been meditating beside me
His snowy tress matted in rocky locks
I stay agape in reverence.
It is spring.
I am melting into joy
as slowly I take off
my white shawl,
putting a turquoise one
in its stead.
Soon they will come;
the brownish Brahminy ducks,
and other birds of passage
to bloom on my wavy hands,
to tickle me with their webbed feet.
I’ll shiver in joyful waves
by their touch.
Along my edge
the buds have already begun
opening out their golden petals
They too will come;
They call me holy
and take a dip in my calmly waves
to gather piety.
I love to hear them speak
about their travails,
Woes and joys.
I offer a Brahminy duck of peace,
scent of flowers, creepers
in their heart
when they take leave of me.
I have been like this since eons.
*Lake Manasarovar (also Manas Sarovar, Mapam Yumtso; is a freshwater lake [4,590 m (15,060 ft) above mean sea level]. This lake is considered very sacred by Tibetans Buddhist, Hindus, and Jains and appears excessively in Tibetan folk songs and dances.
Posted for dVerse Poetics: From Nature’s Point of View
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