WOUND

(The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” –Rumi)

Forget about those broken words of love that unuttered 
dried up at the edge of my lips, stirring my own heart at the deeps
of a secret wound drenched afresh in new drips ;
afraid of even shedding those drops of unspeakable agony from the eye
dazed I see them vanishing into smokes of mist around 
in dusts of pollen, the flowers’ hearts to surround
making them blush in love of Spring profound ,
and the silent echoes of their love,
in words of endless poems to resound .

But who can tell me why there are still certain words
whose echoes refuse to move beyond the walls of the house
loving rather to lie cuddled like God’s sweet, naughty children
in the lap of an ever loving mother, breast fed in the honey of pain
in my endless wait to see them as to how and when
they transform silently into million petals of silence 
before melting into soft drizzles of light of bliss from Heaven .

@copy right : saroj k. padhi, 09/02/15