ACHING BELLS

ACHING BELLS

The wind driven chimes sing of the desires tumbling

in the heart of the tree banged by the storm from Java sea

wherein  the debris of the Air Asia Aircraft lies drowning

wails of passengers right from  encounter with storm clouds

till being engraved under high waves of the tragic waters.

Who knows what pangs shrilled across the waters

as lives dropped as pebbles into the womb of tides

that engulfed the crash-fire with burnt out ashes of  their dreams

who died without being able to raise alarm thro’ their SOS screams !

Tonight the bells echo the cry of those travelers in air

For whom the tree’s heart is on fire

pining to see those sweet smiles back in the morning sun

that have  passed unnoticed into currents of a tragic dawn.

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

02/01/15

The wind driven chimes sing of the desires tumbling

in the heart of the tree banged by the storm from Java sea

wherein  the debris of the Air Asia Aircraft lies drowning

wails of passengers right from  encounter with storm clouds

till being engraved under high waves of the tragic waters.

Who knows what pangs shrilled across the waters

as lives dropped as pebbles into the womb of tides

that engulfed the crash-fire with burnt out ashes of  their dreams

who died without being able to raise alarm thro’ their SOS screams !

Tonight the bells echo the cry of those travelers in air

For whom the tree’s heart is on fire

pining to see those sweet smiles back in the morning sun

that have  passed unnoticed into currents of a tragic dawn.

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

02/01/15