Penance
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.
Copyright © Swarup Mohalik | Year Posted 2012
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