Sapling of Love: My English translation of Rajasthani Poem of Neelam Pareek

Sapling of Love
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In the desert
Scorching since years
Cloud of love
Touched a leaf-less tree
That was on verge of 
Turning into a stump
With gust of wind
Touched nectar-like 
Droplets of love
And sprouted 
A little sapling of love

But, prior to it 
That leaves of love 
Flourished
On that sapling
Storm of time 
Moved so ruthlessly
That it uprooted utterly
Sapling of love
Withered before growing.




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