Awaiting  Rainbow

By Pravat Kumar Padhy

Ripples of clouds

gather on the horizon

the early morning sun

about to shine

the waves of my dream

 

Gentle breeze

over the pristine river  

a sudden storm

uproots the tree laden with hope

filling the void with shivers of cold

                                       

An art of love

of the bright sculpture

near the shore

as though the waves of passion

climb up only to break and return

 

Morning zephyr

across the tall grass field

whispers something 

I could feel

in my loneliness the urge within

 

The touch  

of springtide I miss

on my thirsty lips

the winter evening continues

to scrub the splintered memories

 

A crescent moon

at midnight edge …

I walk alone

rewinding the time

of my vanished dream

 

Still along

the weathered trail

solemnly I wish   

the new sun hitherto to shine

for the lone tree to bloom again

The Daily Verse, The Wise Owl, Feb 2024 (Ed. Rachna Singh)