CRESCENT MOON~by Saroj K Padhi

 

 

CRESCENT MOON

Confronted with the specter of death on every face
as I crawl between a fallen sky and a famished earth
like an insect- wounded and wingless, awaiting grace,
the crescent Moon of your smile my woes does address
dangling like a slice of dream from lips of a tinted sky
drenched by the fog of love drizzling from Dawn’s eye
to wean me away from anger, angst, envy and sickness
when a racked heart pumps anxious blood of restiveness,

and body is rocked by threats of burns, blasts or crashes
a mind emaciated by pining, pondering, races in wilderness;
you wait for me, the mythical bride of morn my soul to adorn
wiping every dot of anxiety from face and nursing every burn
redeeming nights from nightmares of horror, hate and violence
with shower of that love that helps my roots calmly to retrace.

COPY RIGHT : @ SAROJK. PADHI / 13.03.18

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