Heal The Wounds Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

It was on that day a year ago,
In the early hours of dawn,
The soft Sun rays were radiating
On the wings of the morning!

While taking first few steps,
Passing by the rows
Of red and golden yellow roses,
I had noticed the jewel like dew drops
Spread over the vast carpet of the grass.
Hearing the songs of a cuckoo
Hidden inside the leafy branch of a Sal tree,
I were taken aback at the sound
Of a dropping of Kadamba flower
On the shy cement bench of the park;
Thinking as if some one’s
Trying to catch up with me!

A year is gone by!
And you are on your feet.
A unique smile that you wear now
Wins the heart of known and unknown.
The divine softness of an early morning
That I see on your face.

This is my wish on this day!
That I see the smile every day
As I return home,
Tired and worn out,
From the work, back at night.
Let any contact with your eyes
Heal the world of its wounds
Always as it does today!