A POEM BY RADHAMANI SARMA
All
smooth is not smooth sail
********
Our
soft talks, gentle walks,
untouched
by rivalry and chaos,
Now
into a zone, flying zone
Beyond
a viable cause;
Now
no remedy.
Unbridable
gaps, sudden
like
creepers unwanted and dry,
just
as pop ups spoiling the show,
somewhere,
where from we don’t know,
Now
no remedy.
Our
poetic discussions, poetic aura,
Images
and metaphors flown
Into
the cup, a fluidity of charm
Unique
and unrivalled, where are those?
Now
no remedy.
After all the turmoil, all vexations,
There is
a positive sign assured
Our
days will be back with smooth sail.
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