Dip your quill into dark ink
And write the tale of
Eternal forbearing
Reading the silence
Of trusted soul
Stitching the wounds
And open sores
Write the endless tale
Borrowing the darkness
Of the night
Adjusting your frame
Behold beyond sight
Nothing grows on
Land sterile
Except dying desires,
Whimpers and, sigh.
Collect the grains
Open your fist
Unclutch that gave you pain
Open your fist
Let it go before
You leave
And pour that pain
Of release
With final stroke of
Nectar
Let it freeze


© Shraddha S Sahu