Prafulla Sahu Poet Blank verse

To An Ailing Daughter

The moon peeped
 Through the window
  When I was looking for the sun
                  the waterfall of light
                        the splash of life,
                         the romping sight?

Papa!
Take your brooding palms out 
 Look at the moon—
                the breeze of beam 
                 spraying silver beads
                    tinkling grace in dim…
 
Tend a pill of poesy for me…
                    lull me with silver pills. 


Aily, dear!
Silver dissolving in pools of tear
The Muse’s choked
                    with dust of silver…
                Silver-mess all around
My moon spewing silver-cough.

Where’s my sun? 
 The sun of the other day
               fading like the moon
                       sipping the quarantined 
                            silver - spoon.

Spit at my littered silver lines
                                 wriggling vines

Wait…I am scanning the sun 
                  to shine and sing vermilion;
                 remain, my moon!

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Carol Sunshine Brown August 17, 2011 at 9:05 AM Thank you for sharing your creative poetry with us Prafulla. I enjoyed reading it this morning. I will be back another time to read more. Love, Carol

Prafulla Sahu August 16, 2011 at 11:35 PM Thanks a lot Sir,your comments are very encouraging for me.with regs.

Dr.Ram Mehta August 16, 2011 at 10:03 PM Simly poetic expressions. What an engrossing and appealing thought with nice imagery, Prafulla