Crescent Moon Poem by Saroj Padhi

Confronted with the specter of death on every face

as I crawl between a fallen sky and a famished earth

like an insect- wounded andwingless, awaiting grace,

the crescent Moon of your smile my woes does address

dangling like a slice of dream from lips of a tinted sky

drenched by the fog of love drizzling from Dawn's eye

to wean me away from anger, angst, envy and sickness

when a racked heart pumps anxious blood of restiveness,



and body is rocked by threats of burns, blasts or crashes

a mind emaciated by pining, pondering, races in wilderness;

you wait for me, the mythical bride of morn my soul to adorn

wiping every dot of anxiety from face and nursing every burn

redeeming nights from nightmares of horror, hate and violence

with shower of that love that helps my roots calmly to retrace.