Faded Dreams

In dreams lately I see myself
following every single drop of rain
with no slippers;
to  quarrel  with my serenity
In the green landscape,
my beloved country hill..


the fathers,
peasant men on the slopes
all soaked to the skin
for grains of hope
whilst their children are dancing
with the roar of enlightenment
albeit the truth it is,
the smell of mud won't last forever!!!


sooner or later ,
the cow is going to finish the grass
and the shepherd will be blamed
for nothing he gets in return..

© Shashi Raj Pandey
19.04.2011