*Allusion Of Hanker*
A green tear laughs in the eye lashes,
Silence grips me again, with wires,
A whisper sadly struggles in burned lips,
Life collapse in illusions to spoil.
Stroked lights with fragile wings,
Make soul silent,thirsty and so hungry,
The step is erased in the silence ways,
And my fist shakes in thrill.
The heart weaves only blue clothes
Of too long threads, of hermit longings,
The carol dream on the dark wings
Butterflies rest in the grass of facts.
Yellow rains sift lightly over the eyelids,
Can water again,live in circles
Grow a crust near the eyelashes,
It blinks in the mind, in foul sensations.
The eyes waits, in the deserts,
In the deep empty gray, quarreling with clouds,
On the balls of dawn, they creats twist feelings
Question of silences and shivering smokes arises.
My heart laughs rudely on me.
An allusion of hanker remains in vain,
A finger of time seldom stirs in silence,
Dreams of fire pass, with wings of ephemeral sparks.
Scripted by
*Manoj Kumar Panda*
*Founder and Chairperson Of Suryodaya Literary Foundation(SLF).*
