Spring's Promise

By Samir Raj

To the sunny days,

And empty nights.

Pink of April and,

Wavy haze.

The soldier of solemn asks about purpose 

And why tears fall? 

Drops on muckender, soft mess.

Fogging sight and pall.

Why these days exist? 

Of yearning, of past.

Making all feel like nothing 

And a spring of contrast. 

Fondness of kindness might reach to her,

Her , madame , she.

I with an eye of scorching tiredness 

Looks at her as she drifts from I and me.

Half cup of years , other half empty.

Full cup of years, cup is heavy.

And not so thirsty me chose her.

Full cup of tears, eyes empty.

Running down from the hill

Wind so bright, blinding all the lights.

Down there's a spring's promise,

Red, pink, blue, white.

An Elysium of a man

Threatened from self, love.

And a lot of birds that can sing

Why I'm a man?

I laying homage at scared steps 

Begging just for a relevance.

God? 

I , a quenching theist.

Cold calm hands 

Frosted iced palm.

Her in mine?

My calm.

To the thirsty lovers 

And fighters of solitude.

Living off on ambers ,

And the absolute 

Lover.

Let the pain spread

But with a green soul

That's dread.

And small.

By Samir Raj