Very often I smell <br />A temporary breath <br />Of a petal of hope <br />Getting evaporated <br />Into the vacuum <br />Under my nose. <br /> <br />When love <br />Like a solitary drop <br />Seeps through <br />The unseen pores <br />Of a sandy bed <br />Of a dreary desert. <br /> <br />Trust gets twisted <br />At its crucial joints <br />Like the tender bones <br />Of a still-born babe <br />In the murky corridors <br />Of a tiny coffin. <br /> <br />Lo! <br />After my maiden flight <br />I land on your courtyard <br />Like a petrified swan <br />With broken wings <br />And bleeding dreams.<br /><br />R.K Das<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-maiden-flight/
