What happened to those footprints?
That walked with the wave,
To melt the sand glaciers into a yellow river,
Brought by the drought- of water, by water, for water!
Where are those mirrors?
With which I could set my hair like a porcupine,
And the porcupines could quench their thirst prickle,
And could change into arenas for skipping stones and wetting pranks!
Where are those clouds?
And the peacock feathered archs,
Which by a cloud-winged bird's tears
And mother Earth's father sun are formed
Why are the petals bruised?
Of the flowers whose scars show of sandy scratches,
And why the cacti are a lover's choice for a propose?
Why did the fire burn the settlement and sow a forest of fire?
- isn't it the other way around in our human world?
Will these footprints leashed by time ever answer before times up!?
~Ajay
April 2017
