Earth hopes

Our earth-pots had waters
That smelled of the desert
And a moon in our women.

Earth pot had holes of light
From which the oceans fell
In sprinkles on day’s earth

For lugubrious trees to rise.
We are an earth that breaks
In shards of our gone times

To preserve in its museums
And re-forms as tiny lamps
Holding all our earth hopes .


About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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