Mira Poem by Shyam Chakraborty

Still I quest your love,
In sands the spellings scribbled,
The waves did not wait and
Took away the words.
In your shoulders the teardrops fall,
I imagine, and my meek heart broke into pieces,
The pain of dusk for another night,
When moonlit falls upon me…
Hugging the pillows I’m hiding my shameful
Feelings, concealing the deep wounds my
Eyes drenched in your thoughts.
Your absence begets pain.
And when Mira in me sings in your name,
It lingers the affliction, the parting sorrows,
The spasm of seclusion, the poignant stream flows.
And I with my blemished face when I longed
To stain my soul in your ebony appearance,
Earth abhorred my entity, and I was thrown away.
And now as I look at my tears,
The dreary hymn of endless ache reverberates
In my heart, and I moving my hands towards sky
Like to merge in your image, oh Krishna!
for we exists as one, not two.