Hemant Bawankar
☆ Words … on my heart’s paper boat ☆
The mist
soft wind
a piece of sunshine
between the clouds
miles away
on foreign land
slips on
old city
old buildings
old forts, palaces
on the surface of the river
and on the lake
every afternoon
far away
up to where
goes my vision.
And then,
suddenly
words seem to flow,
on my heart’s paper boat
on
black road like river
far
on the turn
downhill
and
finally lost
by the lake
by the river
and
old city
old city lanes.
And then
suddenly shatters
earthy scent
of the homeland
in the entire
environment.
Words start
squirting
floating
and soaking
my heart’s paper boat
with words
to conscience
eyes
and
far on mountain slopes
a black river like roadsides
roofs of houses
and
house
where lives
a piece of my heart
under the shadow of
a piece of sun rays.
27th May, 2014
© Hemant Bawankar
≈ Blog Editor – Shri Hemant Bawankar/Editor (English) – Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM ≈
