Sunday Poetry Special By Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

Sunday Poetry Special By Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

TRIUMPHS OF LIFE

Gloomy darkness seems to have engulfed The whole world of life As light has hidden its head behind. Sobs of sorrows are heard Everywhere in each and every terrain.

The flocks are forced to stay back home in fear. And I am glued to the scary news channels In the hope of good news That the hard times have passed That the poisonous waves have receded. TRIUMPHS OF LIFE

Wagging its tail the pregnant dog looks at me, Not for food, but for its life to be saved; Birds seem to have lost their nests. Their screams are heard only to send A chill down the spine!

Let the stormy weather rain deadly stones Crushing down moments of joy, Hope of life does sprout up from the dead leaves And I am, here, with pen and paper Watching triumphs of seeds, plants and trees.