Promises Of Democracy Poem by Prafulla Kumar Panda

When summer is adamant
and doesn't shun the blazing sun
and sitting beside its own grave, the day mourns
a waft of drizzle suddenly rains
over the teary face of the day
and departing, promises a shower cool
to its smouldering soul
at the fag-end of the day

when summer is adamant
and doesn't shun its blinding blaze
a hawk hovers above and says:
'for you I have promises new,
from the day fish and flesh I eschewed;
bear me with patience
i will lift you from this dingy pond
into the river of rights and freedom'

and the minnows clap raising their muddy hands
until they are shorn off flesh and blood
and hung from its talon.

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