The Seed Poem by Arun Jyoti

They're dragging the chord of peril.
Just left behind the graveyard
With the Cakravyuha* of cobweb
On bamboo leaves of funeral rites.
The sky of thatch house without the pillar
Oppressed the peoplebe tied up
In quest of freedom.
The tragic demise of seed in the paddy field
So, breath will be bruised around
The cut of earthworms.
The tolerated time of crickets
Will sing a song of chorus
Over the ridge of life.
That land of legitimization
Was the land to giving birth?
The handful seeds of silence.


Note: Cakravyuha* - Labyrinth