the-seed

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