And The Mountains Echoed..Poetic Review Poem by Snehal Bhosale

I ferry a big fat book on my back to read
I read it mostly not..for my eyes can't see
Not that I am blind
but 'coz they steal the light away
God the sun and
the driver the tube light..
When doth my journey to home take flight.

When I doth scarcely read it
i loose myself to it
I turn the pages as though I live by another life
The brother sister intrigues me as mine

I grieve desperately at their loss and
clutch my brother's hand
Lest he too drift away from me
as did pari midst the sand.

I live a dozen lives more
while hoping for pari to meet her abollah
And then my faith sinks
as does pari's wrinkles rise

A question lingers..
Will she remember to remember abdullah
then as a silver lining comes a call
Tells pari the story of her history et al

The oak tree, the swing, the house
the cart, the shadow of a burly canine
a soft fatherly touch eludes her
Canst she fathom how
time has brought to her
the sweet nothings of sentience
She had been living for.