‘Round her creamy lucent face
Her white silken hair
Flush like electric wires
To collect fluorescent rays
From the flowing light of time.
The moments of past
Twist in her memory
Like her knotted long hair.
When night descends
She closes her eyes to step lightly
In the archaic city of youth,
To sing and dance on an empty street.
Falling raindrops weave pearls in her hair
And shimmer on black charcoal path.
Streaks of silvery wire slip from her
Moon beamed face to her organza dress.
A shy girl dances to the beat of raindrops.
The thundering clouds pour their
Electric fugue into all her veins.
Like a peacock in the wild she sways
And swirls for the pleasure of her own soul.
Rhythm of time touches it peak.
Waves that kissed the farthest shore
Recede to silent depth of ocean.
The drums of time fall heavy on her chest.
Morning sunlight streams through blinds
Air flows with optimism.
Mentally she creates new dance steps
To perform in her room behind closed door,
Only to be abandoned by a passive will
And the weaning strength.
She opens the door
To feel the winter chill.
A squirrel digs up an acorn,
But the song bird has flown away!
Savita Tyagi
The above poem was published in an anthology 'From Past To Future' by Poets Unite World Wide/ Fabrizio Frosini.
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