The Shrills of Cicadas
The shrills of cicadas
Oshyajem Longkumer
The shrills of cicadas,
Pierces through the concrete,
On a hushed eve.
When pregnant with thoughts
The clock ticked on,
That’s how life pales away
In all the bustles,
So much to do
And be done;
Like chasing in the face
Of Time and unknown.
So much to say,
Yet, better is tacenda,
And in the faint light of the moon,
The Cicadas left a trail,
To last, to rouse,
The slumberous soul,
In the quatervois of life.
Oshyajem Longkumer is a Research scholar at Assam Don Bosco University. She is a teacher by profession– a foodie at heart and loves travelling. She draws inspiration for writing poems from as simple as a life’s encounter or when in the midst of nature. Her poems have been recently featured in the launching issue of “Soul Connection” (The first quarterly E-Magazine of Northeast India’s Literature and Poetry) and in “Olio” (The maiden Publication of Worsmithereens- the Nagaland Chapter of the North-East Writers’ Forum.)
