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The Barren Orchard

The Barren Orchard

written by: Dilip Mohapatra

@dilipmo

 

In the orchard of sublimated dreams
where once vibrant blossoms flourished
now stands a barren grove
bereft of life
its branches gnarled
its leaves shrivelled
its flowers rotten
dead dreams hanging from
the dead branches
like strings of Bombay Duck
drying on the beaches.

Once hope hung heavy on every bough
promising ripe fruit and sweet nectar
but time that relentless reaper
that stole the sleep away
from the insomniac eyes
pruned away the tender shoots
of all possibilities
of new dreams
and new aspirations.

The sun once a benevolent lover
now scorches relentlessly
leaving cracks in the soil
where dreams once took root
and an indifferent rain
no longer wetting the parched earth
its drops sparse and reluctant
and as we mourn the loss
the tears turn into steam.

Yet even in this desolation
the stubborn resilience of a single sapling
our spiritual quest
gives us some hopes
its roots digging deep into the arid ground
seeks sustenance
where none seems to exist
and triggers within our barren souls
a hidden wellspring
a spark of life waiting to burst forth
a dream reborn from the ashes of the old
a dream that keeps us alive
leading us on the path
of deliverance
emancipation
and salvation.

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