The Sunlit Past Poem by Rajendra padhi

THE SUNLIT PAST

All seasons are deathless on your face
You perch in my nest in spurious ways,
Wakes up me to hold the flowing time
Each day is a spring though I grow old.

You had hidden some gold as reward
Slavish as a pauper toiling for little love,
Consumed in the cruelties of weary tasks
You are a moon gleaming in the dark.

You are the strains of solitude in lyre
Waves of rhythm beating in my heart,
A star in empty sky in the eve of life
I am the night you are sweet dreams.

I have travelled in vain to valley of hearts
Softly like the breeze on flowery eyes,
The pasture dried up where I grazed
Thorns bleed my tongue on leafless grass.

I know where you stay is not your home
You soar like tides in your sea of desires,
Torn into pieces in relation in duty of love
If you write a poem I will be your words.

My words disappear like stars from sky
Flowers are without fragrance in garden,
Tears don’t flow like river murmuring you
When I don’t gleam in memory of yours.

Now the mirror laughs at my face
Unnoticed I am like ghost in the street,
Still a pursuit pure rhyming the rain of eyes
Blend a rainbow of you of sunlight past.