Warm tears tickling down the cheeks,
interspersed by the gentle smile
trying to make her feel it's tears of joy;
the hug meant to give me warmth and strength
couldn't hide the murmur of the heart - craving I didn't leave!
That was memory of another day,
seated deep in my heart, only to surface always
and me trying tough to put up a smile to cheer others:
as male ego and social ritual are reasons to keep kicking!
The skies are cast, not the Bangalore ways
evenings' calm wouldn't have the dust to settle
the airs are eerie, not quite characteristic
in years, the heavens had never poured as bad:
as though they can't feign enough comfort!
Everyday is a grouse to live, wears slowly by
looks as if ages passed between the smiles
the line of beads is back there, oozing
but murmur is not to be heard!
© Sashikant Mohanty
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