An evocative and poignant poem about love and its loss, by Gopal, exclusively for Different Truths.
And another day winds down, after the sun has sunk
into the river, words now become solidified wax.
The narrow roads are lightless. The trees bend
to one side, losing their songs in every leaf.
All things unborn of me, time thrust in like
a cracked seed in its strangeness, in its smell.
Those conversations that we learn from the birds
but for a few moments, fly away far and beyond.
Now I ask and something else you answer,
getting your hands now with bites and grimaces
Every vein of your faces grows silent, shielded
in the embrace, eyes sketch fine lines on the
steady palm, fingers scribble in an unknown
language, pointing those years of sparkle and delight.
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Your poems are always so evocative , with powerful imagery which impacts both head and heart. Kudos .