Santanu's Poem

 I had made your Temple in my Mind I kept the door open to let in easy wind. In the morning, Birds sang with Dew fall. Every night, I harked your clear Call. Like a little Boy, I cried and found Solace  With my Broken Doll. There was no worshipper but I. There was no mark in the cloudless Sky. I swept the Temple Way, wiped temple floor. I thought your Cygnet would appear  At the Temple Door. I collected Flowers, burnt scented sticks,  But I didn't find soft grass, a Score. ©kdee14

 I've made my Doll's House in  The forest. With a broken mind, I've gathered  Dry leaves, To sail on the wave crest. I've remembered you with a thankful Heart As always, you are very  compassionate. Every morning, I prepare a string  Of flowers My doll calls me outside to play With Her. With broken twigs, I prepare her bed. The shoreless, humid heart thus has No leisure. When the ferryman rows his boat In the indolent noon of Summer. I wait here and  pick up pebbles  As fees To be ferried over. I see you play your dulcet flute, Sitting beside the house  Of flower. At the end of day, I follow my  Torch Bearer. ©kdee14/Doll's House

 That day, the shadow of a black hill Darker than a night, Fell on this green earth like a  Curtain,over the western Horizon. I don't know where from it came. I sat at empty heart beside a Down stream. Gradually, with the fall of stars From my eye, It had gone far away. Some of the trees swayed back  And forth. I tried to fly over the river Like little birds, Through the white mist of twilight, To the noiceless, far sky. I don't know where from to this world, And to my life, How it reached to my vain. The shadow of a rain forest,  Once again Harked the crying of emptiness. I was sleepless on my couch. The lonely moor of dewy, the wet grass Into the half darkness, Called me to play with a dancing deer Before death. I don't know where from to this world, And to my life, To my home yard, to my mind It brought black rain. ©kdee14