A Second Confession to the Spring - Laxana Devaraj
Her eyes cradle the clouds,
peace-loving heart that a Spring carries.
They don't lie about love like we do
My first confession,
I made while looking at the clouds.
Now my own eyes pierce the clouds shooting rubber bullets,
these protestors scream and disperse
I have let muteness gather.
Her lips stay unmoving
unperturbed by my violence.
I think of enslaving the spring
and keeping her to myself.
For I can't bear the emptiness
tomorrow may bring;
candles burn themselves at home
till we run out of candles to burn
I can't keep things to myself forever.
My second confession,
I made while looking at the clouds
She closes her eyes,
leaves no birthmark behind.
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LAXANA DEVARAJ is a law graduate living in Sri Lanka. Her poetry is published or forthcoming in Ice Lolly Review and boats against the current.