Friend Poem by Saroj Padhi

Oft' I find emotions delicate
like buds of July under lashes of rain
drooping too low
to embrace amorphous bodies of dust
that drip like ashes of burnt-out lust,
like endless showers of unrelieved pain,
again to wallow like hopes turned vain
in gaping cracks of dry earth
that reel under pangs of drought
in thunder-hit land of parched vein;

still life marches on
with occasional flashes of rainbow in mind
that impels dull spirits
to overcome the bind,
brighten shades of sadness beneath smile
lighting up the blind alley awhile
for the unfortunate to take heart again,
reconcile souls to agony of absences
in our millennium city's dark lane;

give me your hand dear friend
take me into the sanctum of your heart
before to oblivion we part,
breathe out your sighs into my lungs
for the merger of our pangs
share the cocktail of mixed pain
before for life we start again!