Whistling its way through the silent morn,

Awaken from sleep, annoyed and harsh,

The wind blew hard, yet to be seen

Only as heard as skeletons frayed.

Stories of time, said and done

Breathed in the air and out to the bloom

Nourishing the song of eternal chime

The red moved on, hungry and proud.

I didn’t speak, I was alone,

No one to hear, no words to chant

I stood beside my passionate one

To bid her adieu to another state.

The ashes did rain, the very next day,

It smelt of smoke and my easening dream

Mourning the pain, I kissed her grave

And knelt for the earth and heard her say…

“The rain wasn’t mine, nor was the fire,

The river was quiet and so was the vent

Had I seen my tomorrows’ part

I would have slept and died in its death.”

Kavitha by : Mahesh
Email : maheshknair@mailcity.com