Hearing Foot Steps From Behind Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

Hearing Foot Steps From Behind



I hurry up!
As usual, hearing the chime of the clock.
Taking few steps on the lawn, I find
The dew on the grass has dried very fast.

The bold beautiful faces
Of golden yellow marigold
Have all turned pale.
As if some damsels were jealous
And sprinkled mud water all over!

I get startled at the sounds
Of someone approaching from behind!
Looking back, I find none physically;
Only the broad leaves of the Sal tree
Falling on the pavement, full of dry leaves
Signal the coming of some one!

Who and where he is, I wonder!
The cuckoo hiding somewhere
Tells something in its language
Which I can’t decipher!

The Pepul tree seems to have taken some leads
After an early reincarnation
It looks very fresh
Adorned with light and soft baby leaves
It radiates a different aura.
Now, its’ ready to preside over
The ceremony to unfold later!

Someone is being born!
The garden shares the pain.
Witnessing all the events from the above
The old tall Kadamba tree
Drops few flowers of bright red colour
On the cement bench beneath
To welcome him on earth.

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Bishnupada Sethi

Bishnupada Sethi

Balasore, Orissa, India
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