A HAIR IN THE BROW

You shed me while rubbing your eyes--

In  tantalizing grip of a loving  itch,

Not knowing when I softly fell

To an overflowing  salty well,

Where images  of youth swelled

Suffusing your dark, deep eyes

 In hues of lovers’ hoary dreams

With heat from their heavy sighs.

You were  Love’s first glow then

And  I ,a trickle in waves’ dark flow.

How soon hath time

Brought me back to the brink

Where like a leaf fallen

Downward slowly  I sink

To kiss the earth of your agony on the lower lid

And  find  joy there  in every little, funny  skid,

Till . the wind of your ecstasy blows me to my grave

To  silently about some memories of  lost love,  rave.

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

25/10/14