Belgaum Musings: Song On Wheels

Penned By B D Narayankar

I

I have left those streets miles away
from there where your lotus-like foot used to fall
from there where a whirlpool used to form in your cheeks
from there where the river turned at the twirl of your waist
from there where the flowers bloomed with the sprinkle of your laughter
from there where the mist used to billow from your wet eyes

II

I have heard on those tresses
the night used to reside
And sometimes
this night used to meet me beside my bed

III

The heart is a piece of pain,
Like a lump of clay,
Is it a cavernous well?
or a blind alley?
It is all but a small moment,
which never dies,
and torching it thousands of time,
doesn't reduce to ashes - the piece of pain