Seema Aarella - ! ! ! ! ..... A WARM POEM

Tears gushed in warm streams

And puddled on the open book,

I felt the evening scurry into the

Dark cave of night.



I tried to grasp a handful of sunlight

And place it upon the puffed out candle

As the sun appeared to self-destruct

In the wake of our widening distance.



Pain melted like icicles,

Waters moved, colours returned

To the wishy-washy groove

Recovering from a harsh winter.



I never felt lonely under the shade

Of your affection, lest your absence

Was announced, and the bridge

Of silence shuddered by your whines.



Believe me the curtains would never

Fall on this play, the song will never die

And I shall never quit the stage lest

The heavens conspire.

Seema Aarella

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