The Anthill Poem by Prabhat Kumar Sahoo

Monsoon has stepped in
Sky clad with black clouds
Wind wet with rainy dance
This exactly was our time
To build bunkers of love.

We built our anthill
With tear-bathed softest soil
Of untold pain & pleasure
And more than thirty monsoons
Have elapsed, our hill stand still.

Our bygone days of celestial love
Dreamy fairy tales on your lap
Your missing amidst tide way
Witness the hill with flow of time.

My eyes spew stream of tears
The sky pour heavy rains ever
But, like your heart
The anthill stand unwashed, hard
Unhurt, cruel
What shall I do?