SEALED
WITH SMILE
PROF. KOTA S. R. SARMA
When loneliness smiled at me,
I kindly stared at her.
Engaging digits in her locks,
I scanned the slipping stars.
How softly her silent feet
Could make this vacant seat!
I find her inside of me,
He r lips still sealed with smile.
With sun from the rosy dawn,
Across the dewy lawn,
O Sunny Green, you and me!
No more melancholy we!
TWO MORE BLANKS
The pour of all my melting art,
How fails to green your soul, my dear!
Perhaps, it is my broken heart,
Wherein you leaf - with a film of tear!
I’ll seek you in your dear confines,
Till I, among the ruins, find
Myself alone, with handful of lines,
When you’re echo less, and I’m blind.