The Flower Will Bloom Again One Day Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

The Flower Will Bloom Again One Day



At day break,
Across the thinning village wood
The swaying heads of the golden grass reached up to me at last
And set my mind long dead ablaze.

I am a poet
But for months, have lived in wilderness
Cold at night
And threatening and scorching after sunrise.

For months no birds have graced that led and blue sky
Heartless like those unfeeling rocks
That peopled the parched grounds,
The anger of a stolid sky stared down.

How dearly I looked for a strum in the woodland trees
A song in the running brook,
How tearfully I prayed for a tear of sweet poetryto drop from the sky,
And in the evening for the hills and valleys to wake to the songs of the colour drenched sky!

I saw nothing,
I felt nothing
Life was dead long ago.
How amazing it is when life dies,

But like a golden thread round its neck, hope continues to live,
To throb
To struggle, perchance one day to bloom again.

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