STONE

I’m a piece of stone here

Fallen to the ground

From the wall of an ancient temple

With no personal sound,

But with silent echoes of years of biting loneliness

In absence of my soul’s love around,

In ruins that me surround

The voice of an eternity does  resound ,

In the hollows of my being

Letting the mellow afternoon wind to sing

In sounds of digging of artisan hands

That have been devoured by a greedy brown Earth

To be spewed across the shore of our living as common sands .

Today the surface of my unpolished body

Is being caressed by hands of a lonely Spring

Trying to revive the sensations of young love

With its familiar ring,

When Time’s camera veers away from my face

To reveal the weather-beaten face of eternity

Under severe attacks from arrows of Time’s harsh sling.

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi/26. 02. 15