By Prashant Kumar
Silently… in the distant sky
Where the rainbows
Meet the white clouds
A flower
Beautiful as a cloudless night
Is born
Amidst soft whisper, unseen
To everyone but my dream’s eyes.
I see it blooming
Unaware of its innocence
Its beauty overwhelms me, terrifies me
And slowly… blissfully ignorant
It dies silently;
Shedding its soft petals in the dark
They fall
Like teardrops, into my hands
Now nothing remains there
Except emptiness.
The night but still awaits.
This poem was first published in Meghdutam.com (between 1999 to 2002)
