have you seen the glaciers melting
after the storms of silence have wiped clean
the face of mountains
that stood witness to the torment
that you had to face
for no fault of yours
i could not embalm the body that was bruised
but then rest you must get
peace too
even if it means
you have to do
all that you donot like
like tearing the pages from diary
in which you worte the verses
of a joy abandon