top of page

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.


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.

64 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All
bottom of page