Indifference
With the venom
I've been dyed with
I become a stranger
Even to myself
Having lived too long
In a world of stones
The gentle spirit
That used to breathe
Inside me with soft consience
Seems missing
Prompted by bitter thoughts
Hissing out of cracks
On dark rocks around me
My heart no longer beats
Like it used to
Sweet murmers and tender persuasions
As silky as green touch of spring
Whispering graceful dreams
And warm words
As confident as roots
Have evaporated and withered
My flesh and bones too are
As dry as sermons
What'll I do with your love now
When my being no longer
Absorbs honey
I wish not to stand
In front of your throne
With my rocky history
But then
Your love too is as indifferent as
Sands of a desert
Strangulating moist hope of an oasis
Like the way
These rocks do to me
Souls failing all the way
To your indifference
Copyright © Ibohal Kshetrimayum | Year Posted 2018
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