Storms and Pale Leaves of Grief
By | Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
2 Poems
Storms of heavy hail swarm
Every door of life
Under the floating clouds
But stones as a doorstep
Are seen nowhere
In wandering, wondering eyes
Except the soft flowers
Of hope, strewn
With spiky thorns of despair.
Dark times still hover
And howl with gnashing teeth
Pouring each moment:
A handful of blinding chillies
In the eyes of relief
With extra salt on the scars.
Peace cries in me, writhing
Behind the door —
The locked door of my mind,
Waiting for the furious winds
To calm down for all
And the final fall
Of pale leaves of grief
For a euphoric sigh of relief.
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