This face of yours
I’m not accustomed to.
I lean and stare
To learn the new things,
The throbbing veins,
Red cheeks, firing eyes.
I breathe in heat and salt
Instead of old warmth
And cologne.
Then I felt
The sea changes its face
Everyday
So do the wind and sky
So why can’t you be
Another sea, sky, breeze
Or fire?
It’s me, the unchanging shade
Who stands still at the path
Where the beginning was.
Multi- layered and profound.
Thank you gopalji..:)
Beautiful!
Captures an otherwise transient mood with finely wrought poetic finesse.