A River In Your Eyes

Some tears sit awkwardly
on your upper lip, telling a story. Can you
divide the space by a sword?

My mind flies like
a golden eagle, like also tender leaves of
weeping willow flies without wind.

Let colloquy start. I
have kept my poems in place. You send
only pistillate flowers.

The story of tears and feelings boldly said, Satish jee!

Padma, Hyderabad, Dec 14, 2021