Reconciliation
When the moon stops kissing a lily,
When a lotus stops smiling at the sun,
It never becomes long,
They again smile in reconciliation.
When the ponds do not want to be pregnant,
From the sperms of cloud,
And start accepting the wooing of hills unknown,
Clouds again pour his love on her
And there is reconciliation.
When the sky forgets the responsibilities of the tiny birds,
To make romance with rains,
When a tender creeper dies of
Lack of support from the big trees of banyan,
Once again the umbrella of love and togetherness opens
And there is reconciliation.
But what happens to us, the human beings,
Can’t we revert our stone heart?
To make it fleshy again;
To seek reconciliation!!
© Prasanta Kumar Mahapatra
