Poetry Poem by Saroj Padhi

Is the pathetic hum of a blinded bee

inside the dark womb of an oozing flower;

the silent sigh of sparrow on the edge extinction,

the last drop of hope on the brows of a soldier

caught inside a trench surrounded by burning mortar;

the hunger at the beak of a noon bird

skimming the poor trickle of a dying river;

the expectations glowing on the lips of a morning sky

when the Sun buoys up to the surface of sea water;

the drops of tear in the eyes of an agonized lover;

the cry of a foetus destroyed by her mother;

on lips of a self-realized monk, a silent peace-prayer;

the drizzle of dew from Nature's bowers

that lovingly moistens every leaf and flower;

the loneliness sitting on the lids of a widow

whose young son got martyred in a recent war;

poetry is the voice of truth in the dungeon of lies,

invincible instinct for life under shadow of pervasive death

a cry against injustice, a sentient breath, a relentless prayer…