You Poem by Prafulla Kumar Panda

Invisible, faceless you have been
still in me your voices can echo
and flash like a silver lining
and can churn the colours
of the rainbow
to bedeck my life to dazzle
like the morning star
and like an enchanter they
drive the ghost of ego
that like a vortex encircles me
even at the brightest hour

unseen,
intangible though, but luminous you have been
i found you in the aureola of the brightest stars
that shine always- (be it day or night)
like the eyes of ember burning bright
and stay away from my diminished sight
and to me,
leave the trails only to trace, perceive and think

your presence in your absence
is mirrored here
when the Kashtandi lifts its milky face in an Autumn morn
when dews like beads of diamonds glitter in the flippant sun
and smilingly tell
overwhelmingly this life's value to keep
that dangles like a drop on arum leaf
although mine has slowed like a turtle
after being caught amidst a herd of cattle

or, when the south wind dares
to lift the roadside oleander
with a gush of musk from its bare breast
still it feels unrest
until it carries the scent into the far off corner
crossing miles across hills and dales
to revive the morbid heart
that dangles like a shrunken rose bud
on the arid stem in the hot afternoon sun.

© P.K Panda, Odisha, India.
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