To whom else than the clouds can I speak
Left alone in a barren land
Am I subliming or dissolving?
Who cares someone left alone
Lots of words float in air as armaments
With a chiseled edge aiming my neck
Made a hop to catch one word
It was nothing else but ‘Trust’
It jerked away from me as I leaped
Why on earth that happened, still unknown
I succumbed to earth with a sigh
Suddenly a spring rise from the wrinkled land
I drank the pristine water as if nectar of life
Relieved for a moment, I gazed at the sky
I saw a word approaching me as fast as it can
It was ‘Forgive’, a blunt one
I took that word in my hand, caressed with love
It shined as gold, I know it was the call of the infinite
Then I turned into a heap of ash! , a temporal truth.
S.J Sangeetha