ACHES

Some aches in my vein
provoke the silent dust to speak ,
agony swells like 
wet wood cells
and the wings of the body
shrink into a sinking stone.

Call the storms to raise
a hue and cry into my dull limbs ,
break these into pieces
and catch a fire for me
to flare into a few flickers of delight.

Copyright : saroj kumar padhi