ON LOVING A STONE

Lying on the morning grass of your dew-soaked body

as I tell ‘I love you’ , you shrink back with a big ‘why’

into the soft shivers of a dozing mimosa mumbling

in dreams about revels of last night under starry sky

inadvertently you push me  onto a stone where I lie in a pull

of blood that flows revealing colors of my injured love

I fall on the cruel crags of many a stony heart and bleed

with  clots of true love blackening on the body of wounded dove

What is truth? What is morality? And what is real love?

Perhaps suffering is truth in words appropriating feelings

that die into yellow body of drying grass where I lay

in expectation of a healing wind to blow across my wounds…

comp. n copyright: saroj k. padhi./22.07.14