Saturday, April 29, 2017

My New Poem......"A deep Frozen Thirst " written on 28/04/17

           

                                   LBSNAA

    A Deep Frozen Thirst 

                                          Sir Riko Mahato(Rkmht


At he end of my destiny to work, 

a narrow sick old lady pleasantly ask,

for food earnestly ,humble in tears,

put on display ;hidden horrible despair,

Urging,pleasing,weeping mewl fear,

that shake,her trembled quake container.

Not abundant dominion to steady raise,                                              

 Seldom put vessel down to ground edge.




 At peak moment of procession to work, 

almost all depart,pass,her hungry mare, 
when clock stuck nine,her fully wish vision,
looks for abrupt ,huge men of lenient,
compassionate to her empty inchoate,
container,a tiny sound emerge sickle thirst,
incline more notes and coins for his trust.

  More procession more men raise her crave,     hunger fur many days nutriment grub.
 Gradually sparse the worker crowd,

revealing ,her expects,plunging happy mode. 


           It was seldom to me observe ravenous,
           empty stomach ,hollow,faint,unconscious,
           In glitter,flashed sunlight shine illuminate,
           the black mouth turn colorless,damned attack.


In Bare footed and shaken hands woman,
Raise her container in front of compassion,
Of me,which tender my concord zest,
My mind spirit and soul ,demand for support.
Balm compensate a amount of coin;
Which overflow mine banishment mourn.


       
Blubbering my eyes,drops of water,
wetting my face,moisture,the lips.
Realized nourishment ,remedy,assist,
is the supreme power to raise purity.


With a little aspiration endurance and wish,

shaken hands wraps torn turmoil with tender,

convoke stick container,slaved shawl,

standing up,with a fearful flashed face,

with little invocation for next beautiful morn,                                                              
                                                      with a new expect ,hope ,a new ray of thirst......


 Dedicated to my wish of respected Father,Mother,Brother



       


        
         

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