Tears Poem by Saroj Padhi

TEARS



We were two bleeding hot streams of heavy hearts

when the river offered us her cool evening bank

with silent, copious flow to wet Moon-blanched sands

when the ridge on which we sat, melted and sank;



today oft' as those moments of agony gently murmur

thro' infinite ripples repeating symphony of separation,

my stupid heart with pain of bleeding so silently fills

as dallying birds in ruts of sands enjoy their happy union;



the river is always greedy about those drops of water,

harvested by an alchemy of bleeding lonesome hearts,

that seep through lovers' dark eyes to enrich her floor

as startled at sight of tears, heart of the Moon smarts;



drained out, as I fall back on my own shadows on water

clouds rush past hiding the Moon with promise of shower!



COPY RIGHT: @ SAROJ K. PADHI / 26.04.18