Sometimes One Gets Nothing

 

 

No endearing book,

No kind people,

 

No beautiful flower,

Neither a fascinating garden,

Nor the sweet-smelling breeze.

 

Quite often even the hands don’t

Glow with the mustard of Heena,

 

Sometimes one gets nothing,

Nothing happens that, 

Can cheer up.

 

No feasts no celebrations,

No processions pass by,

Sometimes those Lovers,

That used to meet in Spring,

Their footsteps become hard to find in Autumn.

 

 

 

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Amita Mishra

About Amita Mishra

Dr Amita Mishra is from New Delhi, India. She is a poet and a story writer. She is working as an Assistant professor at Lakshmi bai college at Delhi University. She is MA PHD in Hindi Literature. She has done her Post-Doc from JNU. Her Hindi poetry anthology titled " Kabhi-Kabhi Kuch Nahin Milta" recently got published. Her poems have also found space in other Journals as well. She has also reviewed an article for 'India Today magazine.

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