RISING DUST

listening silently
to the breezy rise of dust
from earth's front door 
choking her discontent
vermilion heart ,
breaking her morning sleep
with rocks rolling down
from hills, rumbling and
wreaking vengeance ;
and handfuls of sands
flung into her slovenly eyes ;
drowning her consciousness
into the deeps ;

darkening her desire
to rise back from
trauma caused
by the quake's
blow to her
loins and midriff ;

let her sleep a little more
under the sky azure
to snore a little more
before to action
her spirit can soar....




copyrighted saroj kumar padhi, 03/06/14