There Will Be

Then there will be the heavy feeling again,
One that’s born out of the strangest pain,
Not like the one mighty blow of a sword,
But the sting of many a hurtful word;
I’m sure everyone’s had a taste of that
At some point of time in a life come what.
I hate to say – you are no exception,
How will you, then contain this emotion?

Then there will be compassion all around-
Your callous mind will respond to its sound,
Arising from its deep slumber of eons,
Liberating from your heart the pigeons,
Trapped, and fluttering their wings in vain,
‘Cause you would rather keep them in chains,
When all you need is unfasten and see,
Someone out there willing to catch ’em free.

The pall will then lift from your cloudy mind;
The Sun will shine and leave the rain behind;
The wind will bring the smell of the flowers,
That someone’s been tending over the years;
Ask yourself, how that time might never come?
It will dawn upon you some time here from-
When the ice thaws, a soft corner for me,
Somewhere remote in your heart, there will be.

©Asiman Panda 2009