The dropping dews , I see ,of morn that cool my wounded broken heart
I can see you now
coming with moon’s wasted part . . .
Which was drowned in the flood of light ..
The presence of you submerging me
With sea of aroma , engulfing
You come to knock the iron door
To break the silence that I abhor
. . .
Your face has come from no where
as the first batch of flooded light
Gushes from the glow of sun
which was slipped in buds of dawn
cracking the darkness and to spawn
the sandstill , of statice time
pouring the forms and colours on things
the goldon fingers touches of the sun
open the lids of shiny lake
The whole world is now
wearing “the dress of warmness ”
After a savage frozen night
All sparrows started to sing
on my sorrow ‘s giant branches
which have become so green
with the endless leaves of hope
the birds and stars have landed again
on my soul ‘s deserted tree
the jail inside persecuted heart
That has become free
has soared away as dove
by the wings of dream
to fill the world with peace and love .
(was written in 2011)