The Healing Mantra, a poem by Amitha Anikuttan
The Healing Mantra
The descending day soaked in silence,
The sky in its blue turned deep and dark,
The flowers that bloomed closed their eyes,
Solitude became sharper and absolute.
The broken heart stood frost
With its wondering soul
Unable to find a destination
In the misty world.
Though, stars were shining and smiling
Amidst the evils of darkness.
A hope, for a breeze
Like a cloud yearning to rain.
Then a gentle patting
Unleashed the grief;
It streamed down with warmth
Nature received it into her heart.
A soothing hug,
And the stars glowed in the eyes.
The descending day soaked in silence,
The sky in its blue turned deep and dark,
The flowers that bloomed closed their eyes,
Solitude became sharper and absolute.
The broken heart stood frost
With its wondering soul
Unable to find a destination
In the misty world.
Though, stars were shining and smiling
Amidst the evils of darkness.
A hope, for a breeze
Like a cloud yearning to rain.
Then a gentle patting
Unleashed the grief;
It streamed down with warmth
Nature received it into her heart.
A soothing hug,
And the stars glowed in the eyes.