Sunday, May 13, 2012

Penance by Swarup Mohalik

When the sun rose after a night And touched the earth to spread the light Of joy, of dreams. I borrowed the warmth of a smile From my lips And stole a twinkle From my eyes, To light a heart I thought was dark With a secret, one scarcely could mark. But alas! I shudder at what I did With those secrets I got rid Of the core that makes the self Paralysed me, I couldn't help. Now you talk of light again, As the cinders mock Under the consoling shy That strong men do not cry Oceanful of tears choke My heart. To cry without tears, Darling!
Is an art.

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