By Pramod Rastogi
Longing As flowers are to a plant, So is longing to my life. While a flower offers fragrance, Melancholic is the poetry I offer. While a bouquet offers exuberance, My poetry has only tears to offer. The spring brings a ray of hope And the buds spring out in plants. The spring pricks me like thorns, So scarred at present is my heart By the burden of longings That nest in its core. Flowers sway in the breeze, Singing joyous songs of bliss, With each petal joining the choir. My longings play the violin And its eloquence stirs in me The quivering lips of my love. The clouds have covered the sky. The sunflowers long for the sun With their joy mellowed down a shade. Dense clouds of loneliness have Long since wandered over my life As I long to kiss those lucid eyes. I have seen flowers wither, Longing for rain to fall, But who knows how much I long For the time to rewind to my youth, To see me surrender to her embrace As I pin a flower on her braids?
Pramod Rastogi is an Emeritus Professor at the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology (EPFL) in Lausanne, Switzerland. He is a Member of the Swiss Academy of Engineering Sciences. He is the 2014 recipient of the SPIE Dennis Gabor Award. He is currently a guest Professor at the IIT Gandhinagar, India.
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