Mourn

satya   pattnaik.

I am moving with heavy heart
Through the time
Nobody really feels
 My death inside
Often- green stares at me
However, all my stares remain unseen
These days in the landscape of my mind
I use to draw many broken lines
Waiting for the words of others
In a hope that it will come and join the lines
To make me comfort and fine
However, no words come
Instead clapping sounds
Rush at me from deserted ground
I sensed the mortal poetry
In the falling feathers of bird
Moreover, see the time with cruel sword
River moves on, summits glitter
Stars quizzing with each other
Sun and moon loves each other
However, I move in despair
With my dying feet
Baking in pain
Without the glow
I become a breathless show
---------------------------------------------------------- 27.11.12 Tuesday.