Acute Muteness Poem by kalyan mech

The western yellowish is slowly approaching.
Cattles have already led their steps back to sheds.
Fishermen too withdrew their nets
But what she finds sitting beside the lonely river bank!

The lecherous wind is playing
With her black wisp.
Lest she is giving heed.

Her winkless eyes are like black diamond,
Silently capturing every
Still and switching moment.

Her lips seem bind.
I feel this blood red lips
Are failing to gather words to express some old memories.

I earnestly want to dive
Into her acute muteness.
May somehow i know her vaccum heart.

Is she secretly building
This lone senery at her heart,
Or she is washing some
Rotten thoughts in the flowing current.
Is she longing to play
A game of hide and seek with the darkness,
Or she is just awaiting for a call from the waves,
'Come flow with us'.

I am afraid of her heart's turmoil.
Now i am afraid to peep into
Her dark vaccum and acute muteness,
If i too sweep away along with this mad waves.