The Past Is Audible Poem by Rajendra padhi

The Past Is Audible



THE PAST IS AUDIBLE.......

The past is distant but audible
The dried flowers grieve in a vase,
Quietly caress tears at sun down
Exiled in wisdom of my own
Distrusting blemishes of time,
I wear thoughts of those eyes
Defying dreams are but dreams,
I sit dumb like a farmer in sorrow
Cry out for crops ruined in flood,
The city has changed its face
Some new birds for leaden nest,
Time swiftly swallows days
I see longer alone like night
Gleaming ice-peak of a sun-rise,
We are like hills between gorges
Incredible it is to fill up the gaps,
We are silent statues in park
Don’t speak out our hearts,
I am now a motionless station
But past comes like trains often
Crowded with faces of those days,
We are behind the veil of winter
Stitching holes in the cloth of time,
How we are awakened to truth!
So sad while tearing it out.

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