Friday, March 11, 2011

Sunitha Manikandan

       


MAYFLOWERS

                             As the sun bled through May
                             sprinkling red on the path of years,
                             Tears crawled as black snakes
                             on every page of my autograph!
                             A blot of lost love to cherish
                             and a cry of pain to part!
                             Words that wear a smile,
                             for the unseen future!
                             Dreams like strewn mayflowers,
                             some picked,others trampled!
                             A promise like a whiff of air
                             passing unnoticed!
                             A heartbeat that throbs
                             in fear and in pain
                             longing for the red flowers
                             yearning for the young chirps
                             of a campus lost from sight!
                             Isn't she still waiting for me
                             as a silent soul smiling
                             on the bed of mayflowers?
                             Like a page left unturned in the end
                             of my autograph
                             waiting endlessly to be filled!