Sighing River Poem by Saroj Padhi

SIGHING RIVER



As the tint of the Sun's last glow is erased

by the warm sighs of a lean Summer river,

the last legion of diurnal birds on their return

take last suck from her chest in soft quiver;



the tired breeze tries to soften its husky voice

in the clefts of ripples aching for a little rest,

in the folds of sands at the desolate banks

where inside dozing flowers, bees enjoy arrest;



sporadic sparks from smouldering heart of hills

reveal but lines of half-hidden trickles of tears

in cloudy corners of the weighty Sky's wet eyes

when to the wind, the river whispers all her fears;



we lie as dreaming snails on her ever sinking floor

when trickles from sentient clouds fill sands' pore.



COPY RIGHT: @ SAROJ K. PADHI / 06.04.18