My Love is Wordless

May be I’m not the right one

to walk stepping up with you,

I'm a half fluttering candle

half speaking in half flickers.

Your thought speech and action

I do not conceive

I hear and see your love

and  burn in anger
at my own comprehension.

My love replaced by anger

flows like the hourglass

in the silence denying

every flaw done or undone.

May be when you wake up oneday

find my space empty simply tilt

the hourglass and listen to the wind

my final breath will whisper

my love was wordless, mum

but I loved you with all the jest

all the nerves my body and mind

throbbed with as long as I lived.

Sabita Sahu