My Poems

When my soul is bereft
of your presence so sweat
I am like an orphan sloth.

Lingering in scorching heat
along the arduous path
on bare feet.

When I am burnt within
with no outlet
around me good or evil felt,
when in a mood graceful
or bitterly awkward
When endowed with all goods
or deadly threatened
with a stained sword.

When I am funny or serious
glorious or rebellious
when present and past torture
the pious and virgin future.

There is so limitless a blue sky
No wings I have with a desire to fly.

When my thirst and hunger
not defined
as if plutonic lava
beneath the clogged vent confined.

Don't know I, who sings in me
A little while, for I am enlightened
I thank thee.

by Binaya Kumar Mohanty

Comments (1)

When my thirst and hunger not defined as if plutonic lava beneath the clogged vent confined. Don't know I, who sings in me A little while, for I am enlightened I thank thee. - - - -An enchanting piece of write about the glory of love, thanks for sharing.