Theme: Poetry

Haunting Poignancy

His poem weeps
but weeps with no tears,
he joyfully smiles
but smiles to himself
In her absence,
where a poignancy
haunts day and night,
as the muse, 
the paragon of beauty
he often beholds
in his sacred thoughts,
smiles as usual
but smiles, of her own,
in her celebration,
his pen is wet
but wet profusely
with incessant tears
in melancholy,
for her love and beauty
now descend not, 
happily with a cadence 
in his soul’s poetry;
the poetry of great joy...

24-Jul-2014

More By  :  Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

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