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HEARTBREAK

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English Poetry

It was a dizzy December to remember .

This was how the heartache came ,

on crouched lame crutches , recoiled in shame.

It stripped  the heart ,and left it black and blue,

laid it naked and bare ,with nothing to do.

 

It shook the Love-tree and all its branches free

of all your memories ,your little tyrannies,

It broke the netted ,nestled nest-eggs

and filled it with doubting pests .

 

Then , the ailing heart lost its bird- song

Tears , hurt and pain came along too.

They spoke of cruelty and felony

and rued life’s ironies .

Love had eloped leaving no hope.

Night came like a  preying hawk

But love’s daylight refused to choke.

The broken heart did not  wither

nor  fall prey to wily designs  either.

 

It  just waits and  awaits that spring September,

for, in there, only Love abides  forever…..

The seasons turn around

and so does   the weather  ….

8 Comments

  1. kusumgokarn says:

    Missed a heart beat.Very touching.
    Thank God. Seasons change.Positive optimism.
    But hurts are hard to forget and get over.
    Kusum

    • SARALA says:

      @kusumgokarn,
      Kusum ,
      The past has to be forgotten, endorses the motto .. this too will pass. Remember that old song …’ I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden. Along with the sunshine there will be some rain sometime’ ….
      The mood is positive.thank you
      sarala

  2. medhini says:

    Lovely poem,giving hope, Sarala.
    The season turns around…..

  3. Vishvnand says:

    Beautiful poetry indeed.
    The last 4 lines within them are a poem complete.
    Liked immensely…
    Hearty commends

  4. Gion Gion says:

    Sarala,
    Lynn Anderson lyrics.

    Lots of quotable lines
    “It shook the Love-tree and all its branches free
    of all your memories ,your little tyrannies,
    ….
    Love had eloped leaving no hope.
    ””’
    It just waits and awaits that spring September,” – a nice twist on Indian(American) Summer.

    • SARALA says:

      @Gion Gion,
      HI Fergus,
      The inspiration is from Faiz Ahmed Faiz’s poems and his pathos. In certain parts of South India, September is like springtime after the rains.
      Merci Beaucoup !!!
      Sarala

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