Discordant notes

Tonight, when my notes are so discordant,

And the much abhorred tears flow,

As if the floodgates are wide open,

I can hear the sighs of Petrarch’s lover.

 

With my love story still etched in my mind,

I think of the agonized moments,

The entombed dreams, as sad as

The solitary bell of death,

I remain enclosed in the deep strata

Of my emotional nature.

 

I listen to the clear tones of the whirlwind,

Neither harsh, nor rude

And the tinkling laughter of lovers,

Like the tinkle of bangles,

I say to myself,

‘Alas! The night is too short.’

 

A secret and surreptitious glance

With a pacifying message

Could have gone down

The vortex of my grief

To create a smile.

I never looked for words of love,

To pop up like daisies.

I simply needed a touch,

The way Majnoon touched Laila,

Absolutely shaking the world—

As sweet as mono-floral honey

Produced by bees from flowers

Of the Manuka tree.

 

Pramila Khadun

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

4 thoughts on “Discordant notes

  1. Vineetha

    Yes, sometimes all it takes is a small gesture of understanding to make things alright. Touching poem

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