Soliloquy

Christmas Day, 2022
Hyderabad

Intemperate winds have played with your tresses,
Fondled your neck, kissed your face,
Mourned the lack of redressal at all abscesses,
Solicited the void of warmth in space,

Examined the ache that my absence brings,
Wondered at what causes such hurt,
Laughed at the misery of foolish things,
Questioned the parity of flinging dirt,

Spoken of the dew on the blades of grass,
Stood in the shade- with nothing to gain-
Remembered the man as seen in the glass,
Relishing and somehow embracing pain.