A Different World

of speechless looks,

and telling glances,

of careless tresses,

that half hid her smile,

and didn't cast a shade

on her face.

as her chunni patted my face,

to sweep a smile on me,

as a sudden whiff of breeze

stroked her undone golden strands

left my eyelids numb,

a strange thought flashed across

is it a second coming,

or a fleeting dream!

long carefree strides,

and the silk touch of her feet,

that even the manicured lawns

didn't seem to mind.

i envied the breeze,

as they played with her,

tossing up her unkempt hair,

and snatching away

the yellow chunni,

and she danced

under the moonlit sky -

and she was a toast of my eyes,

until a slice of broken glass,

left a deep cut

across her tender foot

the wound gaped wide

on her feet,

and the pain deep

in my heart,

and, as i sat up

under the moonlit sky

shaken, by her pain,

a different pain grew in me, 

this one was deep - yet sweet

as i wiped my eyes

of the sheet of dew

that had gathered on me,

since sleep took to me 

to a different world!

© sashikant mohanty