“ASSURANCE”

Why to repose that bird

Settling in her nest,

Made inside the airy ventilator.

The sky itself is so uncertain perhaps!

Water! Earth! Fire! Wind and Space!

We made them god.

When some believes got broken and shattered,

While our meadows and paddy-land got washed away.

Fire torched the green woods

And mountains got abraded by mighty winds.

There was no God ever!

And even if he was

Has no plenty of time

To make us write prayers

And religious books.

Still we have

Piles of religious books

Stumbling upon one another

And Gods related to them in our fear.

A poet needs assurance

And we all

And the bird as well.

That single blade of yellow grass

Also wants some assurance

Which has fallen into my pen-stand

From its trembling beak.

This entire world has same grievance

That why to be reliant on that blade of grass

Which swims few meters out of reach

While we are drowning.

But still the world

Needs some assurance.

Love wants assurance,

Hatred wants assurance,

The light needs assurance

That it must be dark

Before it crawls.

Death wants assurance

That life should not return to the corpse.

Even my pen-stand wants an assurance

That there should be only pens in it

And no blades of dried, yellow grass.

Give me an assurance,

I ask to my poem.

Give me the assurance of beautiful words

It says with a smile.

             

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