Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 6, 2017

LOVE’S HUES~by Saroj K Padhi




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As I encounter myself in your insomniac eyes
in the cool silence of the night under star light
a dissatisfied moon squeezes itself to a corner
to think awhile of love’s cruelty and then alight
to the salap tree for a drink from its beverage
before going to sleep in the lap of my village hill,
I too collect drops of our helpless orphan tears
inside the flower basket for the petals to feel-

the anguish that into them, the varied colors fill;
love is a painful feel of emotions less understood
creating a cistern of misgivings, heaps of doubts
causing floods of tears to inundate fear’s dark woods
sometimes elevating the mind to the land of dreams
but at times pulling the spirits to grey, sullen moods.


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