Whoever Killed Is Me Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

Love sprouted in my heart
the moment I saw her
while sipping my morning tea
and the rising sun touching
my face with its worm fingers

She was not crying taking birth,
A colourful smile peeping
out of a delicate green envelop
was a great miracle

I couldn't move my eyes
from her entry into a world of noise
with an exploding silence,
With beauty greeting everyone
totally unaware of my love for her

She was slowly unfolding
her beauty on the caring palms
of the light and air,
Though a guest for a moment
she was an expression of a divine love,
Though a little spark of colour and fragrance
she was complete in itself like an angel

All of a sudden
a cruel hand of a demon
snatched her from her mother
to sacrifice her life
before a god of stone,
I was helpless to defend myself
as if it was my own death.