by  Aashish Thakur

I called a tree- ‘Tree’
Tree laughed,
And said-‘I am the wind’
I called the wind-‘Wind’
Wind smiled
And said- ‘I am the cloud’
Then I shout the name -’ Cloud’
I saw the lightning and thunder
Angry cloud said-‘ How dare you, I am the rain’
Then I asked  the rain- ‘How are you river?’
After that, my legs never got dirty
And I never felt thirsty



Aashish Thakur, a young poet from India. His poems look at the world through the oriental lenses. The myriad colors and subjects of life bloom in his poem but with a very personal tone of voice. Which defines his own existence in this absurd world.