Nightingale of a Hunted Spring

Dr.sudhansu Dash

She opened the eyes

And saw the earth escaping her feet

All her tears melted into the stormy ocean

With a hope to lose its identity

Her past dares not cry for the gone days

In the stormy presence of the present

She listened

But nothing was heard

All her words dissolved in the ocean of silence

The silence of the characters behind the curtain

The silence of the masks after the end of the play

She turned to be a mirror

Reflecting all but reflected herself never

On the cross road of   an inconceivable fear of her innocent future

And carrying the shadow of the dark cloud of her ravished past.

She is but to walk the whole disagreeable earth

With her broken image

Neither looking forward nor looking back.