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Yearning For… Poems from Assam

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Yearning For… Poems from Assam

In my next birth I crave to be a tree, a big shady tree, my roots will spread to miles, and together we will foster our precious Earth.

[author title=”Deepika Singh ” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/Deepika-Singh-Sindh-Courier.png”]Deepika Singh from Margherita Assam India has done Masters in Arts and B. Ed, and is teacher by profession. Her writings reflect her personal observations of day to day life. She started her writing journey from the year 2011.She believes that the right words can change the society. Some of her poems got featured in The Poet Magazine Womensweb, Changed Forever Anthology, Atunis galaxy poetry, Poetryzine Magazine, Archer magazine, Too Well Away Literary Journal, Silk Road International Poetry Festival, The Mediterranean Waves Anthology etc. Also some of her poems got translated in Spanish, Chinese and Serbian language.[/author]

 

YEARNING FOR

In my next birth I crave to be a tree.

A big shady tree,

My roots will spread to miles,

And together we will foster our precious Earth.

It will be a hub of colorful birds,

Like a mother I will do protect them in storms,

And will never let them fall.

Muscular branches will make the children swing,

Their giggling sound will nourish me for ages.

My dry branches will warm a shabby hut,

Around the bonfire souls hums for free.

Emerald green leaves will give fresh breeze,

The fragrance of my flowers will purify mind.

My hungry child won’t starve anymore,

Juicy fruits will fuel their stomach for years.

My bark will heal the scars

And my wisdom branches will create a paradise.

MY SOUL

I was drowning, sinking down and down,

My life became dark hole.

Grey evening hovered me

My guardian angel lifted me up.

Your embroidery words motivated me,

Injected happiness right into my veins

With you I discovered myself,

Renaissance of new me

Your wrinkle hands symbolize that you are a reaper,

You harvest in humanity,

And I continue your legacy.

In my next birth I crave to have the bliss of your lap,

Always motivating me, my icon, my Goddess,

My Dear Mother!

MY REBIRTH

Time favored bestowed with happiness,

And I build the kingdom of hope.

But life stab and crumble me again and again,

My voice is choked, tongue tied up.

Went through innumerable dark nights

The softest heart bruises the deepest

The walls witnessed my pathos,

But life goes on.

I was like a caged bird,

Poetry gave me wings to fly.

You gave me beacon of hope,

You rewired my entire DNA,

A renewal of new me

You crafted me, you nurtured me.

Poetry sanitized my mind,

And evoked my ink

I wake up like a Tigress.

And roar like a Lionesses

My words are my weapons now.

Which my mates adore

And my foe abhor.

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