Dusk Poem by Saroj Padhi

Dusk came calling my nick name then
softly from behind the wood bines
as I kept composing the epitaph of my first love
in hues of saffron across the sorrowing vines;

she was in robes of my lost dreams
with honey in her husky voice, though tinged with sadness
as she tried striking chords in the heart's dried-up streams
with a promise of release from all pain and distress.

I kept wondering if she was that invisible bird
that always heard us whispering into each other's soul
till descent of stars into the hairs of the woods
and till Night, us into a dark, perfumed blanket did gently roll!

Alas! My Dusk is a mere shadow of my Love lost to a fading light
My Dusk is the music of a lone bird homeless in maze of the night!