Turning Pages Poem by Jaya Das

Turning the pages
of my diary.....

I can see that young sapling
Sown a day when I was fourteen
Is rising and growing
into a giant tree
It's foliages chasing the gleam of
yellow yolk peeping out of cloudy egg
It is growing each day in its quest
to kiss that old blue stagnant sky.

I can see that tiny bud
Resting in a deep slumber
Is blooming out
yawning high to awake
Gradually throwing out its petals
It is blooming in a long covet
To touch the soothing winter breeze.

I can see that small river
Born by the melting of huge glacier
Is widening during its course
Through the mountains, hills and valleys
It is flowing recklessly
Down to meet and loose its being
Diving into the infinite depth of sea.

Turning the pages, I reached the bookmark
On the right, blank pages staring at me

And I can see on the left
That young naive girl running
alone on roads of her fantasized world
Built inside realm of her silent thinking
Stealing those unseen, beyond visible spectrum
She is running to drink the downpour of wisdom
From ethereal fountain of her love- poetry!