March

March Sweet, bitter March, last year tears haven’t dried out up till now and yet you are already at the door, knocking lightly! Sadness is still flapping over my head like a frantic goose, what have you brought with you to silence its primordial honking?! I can see your hunched silhouette against the wall Of my waiting, standing awash with shame, wringing your empty hands desperately! O' March , anniversary of tears and smiles, Memories are pacing around nostalgically, sniffing the withered roses, leafing through the pages of books trying to put the haphazard leftovers of a once beautiful image into shape… The hurricane that accompanied you once has subdued, leaving behind a nerve-tearing silence and a deracinated life! Don’t wonder; rootless hopes are still roving over the corpse of a long dead dream, taking strength from the ever pulsating stars… March, March , embracer of birth and death, the breath of eternity has abandoned your rosy-cheeked child.. The resonance of its happy giggles are haunting the vacant hours of night, sending me reeling of longing! Its face emerges from among the clouds of years, an angelic Vision imprinted on the face of a mourning moon!