Hard rock of damnation

(From my poetry collection 'The Nameless Avenue')

If you knock at any door

Beneath the sand dunes of Sahara

green tunes of murmuring rivers

keep on moving;

with the burden of sadness

memory manuals mention

Black clouds pass on

over the agony of the cursed

village Velako rejecting  application

after application for rain of no response

like those sand dunes which

stay guarding secret springs;

Generation after generation 

got  buried beneath to plead 

to the hard rock of damnation ,

but silenced to suffer the punishment

for some sacrilege 

Water has its own grace,

with no concern for any supplication

 Keep on moving emotion free.

 Men never  give up  knocking

 until the reluctant stir of a

 moving spring makes a breathing

 Silent Sahara listen at their the knock

 stronger and stronger  with resolve

with what they are born and

 keep knocking on until water

opens its gates

Vaiyavan