False Wishes Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

The sun wakes up to a cloudy morning
Trees swing like the distended arms of hungry

In a corner of the sky the pleasant colors
Of the flowers vanish like wisps of smoke

The empty bottles and glasses stand mute
On tables as the witnesses of night long celebration

Clothes lie in heaps smelling of uncooked oil
In a corner of the room where kisses were exchanged

The night bulbs hang like drops of tears
Reminding the pains time inflicted in past years

Early birds flutter their wings and fall silent
All are counting on false wishes still pouring in