The Longing.

The eyes, eager and desperate
Bloodshot and misty, heavenwards they gyrate

The face sticky and greasy
The air warm, the horizon hazy

The restless quiet bordering on anger
The unyielding sky, reminding of the looming danger

The yearning of the sparrows
Darting around, in short spurts
Here and there like aimless arrows

The fanned out branches living just a dream
The lifeless drooping leaves of the neem

Why try the earth, why the endless longing?

The falling sweat beads from the brow
The tears of the misty eyes
Charades that wet the earth
Pain the heart
For if You part
With the nectar of the heaven
Filling the dearth
This imminent death shall taste the rebirth.