Thirst - Poem by Muzaffar Buledi
Shiva beat the cosmic drum.
Tranced, Nartaki started whirling dance
in the courtyard of a deserted temple.
Far away someone was singing a love song
in a forlorn voice to the tune of drum beats.
Half conscious, I was lying on desert sand
In the scorching sun, about to die of thirst of
centuries. When I raised my heavy eyelids,
I saw Nartaki sitting beside me,
Caressing my forehead….
She dropped a dropp of water
over my parched lips. This dropp of water
increased my thirst and ignited
my whole body. She sprinkled another drop;
it started moving toward me.
As I prepared myself to take
the dropp inside me, I heard a bang
and with this bang I woke up lying on bed.
Was it reality or a dream I could not decide.
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