Poems - Saroj Kumar Padhi

GOLDEN BEACH

Sands wafted by the sea wind that sang of love’s soulful touch now in lurch, sulk under weight of rain, grains of gold that composed golden moments under feet, lousy and wet on faces coy and cascades of silk hair, grope the deserted shore, to fume and fret in the absence of joy–ride-camels, conch and lemon tea sellers, balloonwallas cacophonous children and rickety fishermen;

lines of empty hotels look on from sockets of empty spaces wrapped in ghostly silence of shutdown as the boisterous bay roars on echoing woes of lockdown, trails of tattered nets along the shore flutter in the wind , mourning time’s breakdown soon to be muffled by the sound of pelting rain on the jagged ribs of a lacklustre holy town when our Lord looks on from behind closed doors and mortals in masks writhe in frown.

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