The abandoned seed,
Martyr of its creed,
helps others to grow.
The first random rain-drops
Falling from the dark clouds
On the scorching earth below
Vanish into thin vapours,
And yet…!
Wakes up
The languorous land,
To take in
The torrential rains
With open arms.
For each great shift
Seeks sacrifices
Of some pious souls,
To prepare the ground
For a revolution to take root.
Narinder Jit Kaur is a retired Associate Professor from Patiala,who taught English Literature for 31 Years in various Government Colleges of Punjab. A writer and a translator, she has five books of translations, from Punjabi to English, to her credit Including Voices In The Back Courtyard(Rupa & Co.) -An Anthology Of Short-Stories By Punjabi Women Writers. She writes articles, poems and short-stories in English, Punjabi and Hindi. You can read more from her on narinderjit.com