By Sangeeta Sharma
The flying clouds A cloud like a roaming idler Dawdling reaches the highest peak Envelops the mountain In its folds Caresses and kisses causing shivers In its bosom And lightning, thunder and showers Leap over each other like wildfire Floats away and evaporates As quickly as it had formed Impregnating every small and large Womb of the earth With puddles of water and A citric, tangy scent That clings to The swooning wistful lasses. Hawk Cuckoo (Papeeha) The cuckoo’s mellifluous song Excites the maiden Who drops the work in hand Sprints into the open With a joyous heart Looks up towards the cloudy sky As expectantly As the cuckoo who sits with its beak ajar At the topmost bough of the mango tree Half-concealed, longing for the first drop of rain. Like a clarion call -- the refrain Ignites the pining heart Of the lass For her sweetheart Who has been away so long And has promised to return With the first shower of the monsoon!
Dr. Sangeeta Sharma, a senior academic, is a widely-published critic, poet and writer. She has authored a book on Arthur Miller (2012) and an anthology of 76 poems (2017). She has jointly edited five anthologies on poetry, fiction and criticism and two workbooks on Communication. A free-lance journalist, she is also a Ph.D guide appointed by the University of Mumbai. One of her books is listed as a reference in the department of English, Clayton State University, USA.
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