My Lost Poem Poem by praneeth remidi

I have lost my poem
Among the beautiful footsteps of a dancing bird
On the ever wet red soil
Those marks over there say
That the first peacocks danced
For the first drizzle on the earth

Those marks are beyond the ages
And so are they so pure rather purest
And is why they remain untouched
And is why they remain unfilled
And is why the marks are so deep
And is why the marks are still wet

Have I lost only my poem or am I also lost?
Yes, I am lost but where?
Is it among those lasting marks?
Or am I lost among the woods of flutes
Is it among the clouds of illusion?
Or am I lost among the dust in space

That is the only beautiful dance I ever saw
What a divine rhythm the dance had!
I go to the place in search of my poem
That lies at a few fast and half breathes' distance
Loneliness takes me on the chariot of giant wheels
And I pass by every mark
To hear a line in each of those

I stay on kneels and I bow my back
I stretch my hands and touch those marks
I touch and feel; I kiss and hug
I rest my cheek and shed a tear
I slap them once and stand on my legs

I cry a lot, I cry aloud till my tears stop
On the way of the dried flood of my tears
I come back home

How pity of me,
The moment I am back to my home,
I see the loneliness eagerly waiting for me

Along with the loneliness on the chariot of giant wheels
I go there
On the way of the dried flood of my tears
I come to my home

Music is no more but the echoes are alive
Tears are no more but cry never dies
Wounds have gone but pain still remain