DEEP DOWN

Startled by my own foot steps

I look back to find your shadow mocking

my dreams shattered into shreds

on the floor of a wounded time bleeding ,

in the veins of those red flowers constantly

ravished by cruel hands of routine morning ;

the snake of my fear leaves the growing anthill

to stalk my failure and frighten me from the back,

of my  lone cement bench in the park

constantly reminding me of the lapses

in the fragile breath of my love in youth

that flew away like the dumb white herons

into the blank chest of an impotent sky

as I sit here brooding on this very big why;

when  the question grows heavy

 in the shrinking horizon of my eye

a  cool breeze moves from somewhere

with its soft, soothing and sympathizing sigh !

comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

03/11/14