With Dewy Eyes Poem by Prayag Saikia

With Dewy Eyes

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In this
wounded
denuded
valley,
can you discern a spring
with a harbinger sprout through the rocks?

Can you (?)

The breathless river is waiting
for the virgin Mama's lap.

With dewy eyes
doves are on their precarious perches.

Who will bring a pleasant draught
for my query?

Who will declare?
Ah! I descry a tinge of cloud in the distant sky.

Thursday, April 26, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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