Posted by: Ron DuBour | July 16, 2017

Skylark~by Dipendra Kumar


 

 

Skylark
———–
When you wrote a poem,
the words carried –
were hard; a real hard,
therefore I was lost among you all.
.
Likewise, when you pick up flowers
with your soft hands
to offer to your beloved goddess
who lives in a holy temple,
I became curious to know –
how abandoned did those garden look?
without those flowers that you had picked
only to offer and to please your goddess;
Should my tears wash your hands?
Or, should tear fill the root of those plants?
.
Your humble words within the poem
written with your own soft hands
to cast your love and affection
that you have in me,
I felt lost inside your poem –
beautiful and sharp your words are
addressing to tell your feels;
Should I carry those meanings to travel far away?
Or, should I make its mirror and watch myself?
.
Your poems are relentless
like those hearts of mine –
who only knows drumming deep inside,
and knew, I am alive among you all.
———————–
Poet © Dipendra

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