When you feel grown too high for men,
look up at the skies for a humbling experience.
When the thought of being deprived or shorn grips you
think of the cheering blank faces you see at the signal, everyday
or, at "God's own Children", the last weekend!
When the sooty dark engulfs you,
when the gloomy clouds draw together, above you
remember the azure light of the wee hours
or, the lustre of smiles of your sister's son!
When the storms scare you, and fear dreads
as anxiety heaps on,
recall the soft cool breeze of the summer evening
standing by her, trying to chill the heat
gazing at the crescent tossed in the gentle stream.
The thought of loneliness doesn't wring tears in my eyes
for the rich warm hugs, spaceless embraces
the soaking of spirits by the warm silver beads
- that I treasure ever after!
© Sashikant Mohanty
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