The picture is perfect, the boy seamlessly blends with his surroundings; yet there is something disturbing about its beauty... so many questions arose in my mind...
The Boy by the Ganges
He sits alone on the banks of Ganges-Overflowing by Natures bounty-
In lush green rainy-season,
In scanty vest and worn-torn panty,
With an umbrella in hand-
To protect what? -
The sky overcast above
The grass over-grown below,
His flock all gone astray;
Yellow green smoke rises
From the funeral –pyre,
Burning at the nearby Ghat...
He has that pensive, almost philosophic,
Look, in his deep-sunken eyes,
What is he thinking of?
This lone boy by the bay:
Is he thinking of the flock,
That has gone astray?
Or,
Is he thinking of the meal,
He never had today?
Or,
is he just day-dreaming,
In his innocent way?
I do not know...
And I dare not break,
His pensive reverie...
Or, this picture on the bay...
I capture it in my mind's eye,
And take the sadness away...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright©: Zoya Zaidi
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2006-06-01 at 01:09
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