Weep No More Poem by Prafulla Kumar Panda

Weep no more, dear weep no more
although, often I go out too far or near
to attend a forum of the singing bards
but to this nest- I'll return homeward,
before the sunset like the homing birds

amidst gleeful Kashs I often wait to greet
on the river bank when my eyes do meet
or watch to the motley birds fly bye
chirping loudly into the Autumn sky
so my hours like the winter sun into the west fly

on the heart of the market I often stand
to watch the diva contorting her touchy hands
once or twice I do shake a-round
in tune with her steps with the zealot crowd
in a fit of oblivion, childishly I also cry a-loud

weep no more dear, weep no more
as a seller, after a day's sale, is homeward bound
so shall I, when my assignments are safe and sound
you're the pivot, and I only revolve round and round
as none are apart, let moments make their farty sound

it's you who sowed the first seed of love in this desert heart
that has now grown into a giant maple tree
if you'll avoid your phantom-fear, you can better see
how in my heart its leaves in perpetual breeze ripple
and through the winter's chill or summer's heat, they triple

weep no more dear, I don't find a reason for your weep
in thy eyes of ocean deep, i do find the pearl of life in my every
dip.

©Prafulla Kr. Panda, India.
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