Red and white

The colourful leaves of the golden sun
Has just landed on the soil of dust ---
As the trees feel the flow of the wind beneath.

The fenced ceiling no longer binds the love
That carries along the soil and the dust!

Far into the horizon, a seed has taken flight
Into a destination, unknown, yet planted;
Where a new life springs and blossoms!

From this land to that soil, the seed germinates
Like a free spirit who needs no fence and no bars!

Somewhere in that land a mother cries for her child
Who lives beyond the borders to feed his home!
Somewhere in this land a brother waits for a Visa
To have his sister around him for sometime!

Somewhere here, moments are stolen through a wired call
Where emotions are expressed by the click of time,
Somewhere there, the notes flow to rhythms of love,
And a tribute to a bard on the beginning of his centenary!

But here and there, the walls adorn with pictures
Of the martyrs and the dead and a strange theory of hate!
Where poets write an epitaph on the grave
And a silent moment spent on their memory!

The seed that germinates, from soil to soil,
From land to land, through the wings of peace
Is now red; while the leaves long to shine in that
Golden sun again!

Rajdeep Pathak

December 17, 2012