when the wintry sun winks
in the haze of half seen sky.
He throws Ice balls at me
when the surges of love swell
my decorated body waiting for
his arms in moony delight.
I mix the fire and ice
make it an ocean of love,
he raises a sand storm
to bury my ocean in sulking haste.
I leave my words buried in me
the network of elements goes dead
the sky masters indifferent to
start a picnic with the fairies.
Sabita Sahu
Sabita Sahu
No comments:
Post a Comment