* To Eve With Love *

The sea is tranquil, as we speak And the stars, have greater skies to seek The glassy stream quivers to the breeze But the tormented Swan, murmurs her pleas As I hold you, tottering in the ward The saints and moralists, clash on their own accord And as the lush green of spring lies in wait The dark hills of winter gives up its gait. When you are asleep during night, Lying robed, in snowy white The dry leaves upon your falling light Float up and down, like the rise and fall of morn And another day, the sun adorns. Who is this? And what is here? I cannot stop, this thermal noon Of chemo drips and laser rays Buzzing in the hospital room How can I tell, those southbound swans That they must remain In the lighted palace of royal terrain. I cannot, the refescent sun to pause And dress my wounds, of sins with gauze It hurts me when, in the white curtain, to and fro I see the gusty shadow, sway so slow You silently breathe, while I exist in gloom With this frigid heap of stones, Hoping, that red roses, mushroom and bloom. On a long journey, even the straw is heavy, I cannot stop, the truculent floods or quakes Nor hold the ululating storms at bay, Our lives move, whilst yours rests in waiting wings For closure of all mortal, earthly things. Although I know, your prison is a holy graph And your departure tears my heart in half The morning sun, never lasts the day We learn, that one thing ceases and another one starts And adieu for evermore. (This poem I dedicate to all those who succumbed to Cancer) Anjali 11th March,2011