Shivering too is lonely
quite possible let it be
the undulating light on water puddle
too does not have much.
along cane woven by threads of rain
something has reached my eyes
delving even deeper than the darkening leaves in rain
i should have asked them for a cup of tea at least
they might have drank a bit.
its about morning the trespassing sun is lost somewhere
my spine shuddered lest they may leave
like JARATKARU spine might have shuddered, ages back
on seeing his ancestors clinging to the roots of banyan tree.
his spine might not have shuddered may be quite possible
they ancestors were capable in their wait and he in pledge.
before even i can think of doing something
their cane of water threads disappeared
they might have been tired of wait or primal grief of centuries
i am still shivering caught in the threads of rain
am sorry sorry
subodh pandey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ancestors-12/
