The Untold Poem by Sachidananda Panda

It took too long to spell
A dream, to add wings to fly
Half a smile, a glance on turn
As I looked afar the horizon
It came, came on its own,
Crawling, stumbling, still smiling
Carrying the immortal lexis on lips
After a couple of decades, plus one

Often I visited the place, then
With numerous pleas or excuses'
Just to find a space to transpire
Of course! Not on politics or world affairs

I wanted to map the quiver on thy lips
The endearing warmth of thy speech
Thou as tore the leaves of yellow boughs
Drunken eyes as were then dug deep
I wanted, for once at least
They should wake up to meet my eyes

Happy to know, for moments though
You too, felt the same call, well within
To steal a look, or to sneak a glance
Holding thy chin to ask;
Ah! This time too, missed the chance
To tell, the untold

Those moments are here now,
Enliven ashes have become aspirations
Building the edifices of Dreams
Altars of different heights
Weaving scrappers to touch the skies
Adding myriad hues, spicing up life
Creating a space for mutual delight
And, above all … cementing the gloom
On Enemy's face,
As they end up
In scratching their own heads

©Sachi-8th May-2021
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