Poems - Piku Chowdhury

The Desert

Perhaps it requires a Chataka's thirst For the healing rains to drop from heavens Even Beatrice waited atop the rugged hill for her beloved to reach- It took the desire of Meera's parched soul or Radha's teras for the Lord to descend In immortal love every heart would beseech. The vast stretch of molten gold With an ocean of thirst instilled Remains the human wait for grace And timeless love fulfilled. The pristine yearning of sun blanched soul Embodied in the golden grain Remains an intense wait for love that redeems the soul and heals all pain.

Chataka: A bird that is believed to wait for the rain to drink water..i other times it keeps looking at the sky with parted beaks

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