The struggle of the barren land 

To become like alluvial soil,
Is treated by the generous cloud
With repugnance and recoil.

A sudden effort of anchored boat
To take part in a long race,
Is discouraged by the sail and ore
With much grimace of  face.

But the happy gyration of moth
Around a deceitful flame,
Is always encouraged without reproach
By the malicious witch’s athame.

Yet, the cloud and the fire
Are ready to revive life.
But,  all generous witch
Destroys everything, with her knife.

•Swapan Kumar Rakshit is a poet.