ROCHISH MON

(4-11-00 / INDIA)

Grief


To the extent
The strings of heart-lute breaks
As fingers of distress squeeze
Like the unpitched notes
Tears spill out
Through tears
Grief pours out
Without noise
Grief flows out

Grief
Liquidates itself
Via eyes
It finds its way out

Probably
Grief too must be having grief
That’s why it loosens out
Perhaps
Grief is not interested in itself
That’s why it melts out

Grief may be expecting correction
On the thing that has spoiled
Grief may be anticipating that
The heart-lute
Will get right and tunes for peace

After it had happened
Grief has drained
The grief that has departed
Taught a lesson and disappeared

Submitted: Friday, May 09, 2014
Edited: Friday, May 09, 2014

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