I make an attempt
I try to put the empty jar in water
It gets filled on it’s own
I try to stop the river midway
It gets accumulated
At the feet of my ocean
Turbulant
Rising into waves after waves
Roaring
Witness to silence
Ocean has never uttered before

I make an attempt
I raise my arms
I beg with my eyes open
I fall at my own feet
I kneel down
At ocean’s roaring silence

I make an attempt
I crush my soul’s bleeding lnsults
With the muffled laughter
And the owl in my tree’s highest branch
Looks surprised
at my brazen idiocy.

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Pritpal Kaur
Pritpal Kaur
A television journalist turned writer I have been writing short stories and poetry for almost twenty five years. Masters in Physics and Education, turned to Television journalism and gradually shifted to full time writing. Taught physics for a year at University of agriculture. Meanwhile worked for All India Radio as announcer. Reported for “Parakh” and later worked with NDTV. Got into professional writing somewhere along the line. Have also produced documentaries for television and radio.