The Third Pillar Poem by Ram Kesh Mishra

The Third Pillar


She comes slowly with shadowy evenings
Around the pavement by turning left
On the grassy lands with corn fields
As a slow noise breaks the silence
And flows on the chimney smoke
In the thick and alone forest's side
She creeps up on the rounded path
And stops near the third pillar
To wait me for a long time in the dark
To convey her secrets and emotions

I was always a delayer in my promise
Fear sits on my soldiers to suppress
Myths draws me back because hesitation
And doubts calls me with cunning voice
My ladden feet vibrate my vains
Darkness flings its long finger on me
As it was the guardian of the love
And the head of our baseless society
Behind the hut near deserted place
But I start with her notions

I pretended not to she her gestures
Dilemma forbade my dreamy sight
The evening smiled on my meeting
Vailed her face with darky curtain
Because of shyness it run smoothly
In competition of the tain on the track
And faced each other and sighed
She said nothing nor let me said
But handed me a gift of love
And disappeared in the dark
Just I realized my mistake but vain
It was not she whom I called.


Ram Kesh Mishra
Sultanpur, Uttar Pradesh. India
Blog- awoundoflove.blogspot.com