मैं धरती का फटना देख रहा हूँ / Main Dharati Ka Phatna Dekh Raha Hoon
July 5, 2023More Poets Yet!
July 5, 2023The Cradle
HOW steadfastly she worked at it!
How lovingly had drest
With all her would-be-mother’s wit
That little rosy nest!
How longingly she ’d hung on it!—
It sometimes seemed, she said,
There lay beneath its coverlet
A little sleeping head.
He came at last, the tiny guest,
Ere bleak December fled;
That rosy nest he never prest…
Her coffin was his bed.