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Renaissance through ‘her’…

Written by Meghalaya Times. Posted in Writers Column

Dr. Rocktotpal Konwarh
She spoke…
He did too, but a mere testimony to silence…
She was mute…
He tried to walk away in pain and penance …
She breathed her last…
To lie on the pyre, He was making a haste …
As the flames consumed her up…
He said: Forgive me! Renaissance shall be ours!!



And then She comes…
He smiles, his spirit jumps ….
He proposes: Marry me!
The head-priest blesses: Unified you be!
……..He prunes the rose-hedges,
She feeds the fishes.
She pours the cinnamon-flavored tea,
He swings her under the Golmohar tree.
She enraptures him with her song,
His arpeggio on the guitar mystifies the evening.
She cuddles him on the frosty December night…
On her bosom, He rests after a sweet fight …

And then She comes…
Under the blanket, lies a new dawn
They smile, as their little angel tries to yawn,
She stares at her while She sleeps,
He kisses her forehead while She dreams,
And They say: Renaissance is ours!


 

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