Poem -28
Echoes in the Wind..
By Sanjay Pandita
Where does the river spill its sorrow—
into the sea, or to the sky?
Do the weeping willows drink its burden
or do they only bow and sigh?
Is the night a mourner’s whisper
or a painter’s parting dream?
Do the stars trace letters fading
or just flicker—caught between?
What if time were but a phantom
veiled in tapestries of gray
etching footsteps on the ages
only to be swept away?
Is love the hush of autumn’s twilight
golden, trembling on the air
or the wail of winter’s hunger
aching, barren, cold, and bare?
I have wandered through the silence
where the dawn forgets to rise
where the echoes speak in riddles
wearing masks of old disguise
Tell me—does the storm regret its thunder?
Does the flame atone its sin?
Or are we all just restless whispers
chasing echoes in the wind?
~ Sanjay Pandita is a Poet ,writer, columnist,critical Analyst from Dehradun.
