There's A Veil On The Chink

[GEETASHREE]

There’s a veil on the chink
Let the pain flood in
Embalm the ugly gashes

There’s a veil on the chink
Behold the bud blossom
Sunny rainbow blushes

There’s a veil on the chink
Let the soul seep in
Rain soaked mud mashes

There’s a veil on the chink
See how the wind breaks in
How the torrent lashes

There’s a veil on the chink
I cannot glimpse in
And soothe the bygone slashes

There’s a veil on the chink
Stillness smothers echoes
Sighs the solitary spring
How the chime of joy
Dead silence hushes

[blazeofglory]

There’s a veil on the chink
Let the pain flood in
Embalm the ugly gashes

There’s a veil on the chink
Behold the bud blossom
Sunny rainbow blushes



Geeta can stun us. Her auesthetic excellence is unquesionable. There is a surge of passion and an urge for bystanders to seep in with the beauty of it. There is a pain in love, isn’t there? The wound, figuratively, looks to the repair, and in nature it goes on eternally but in society the wounded pining for it goes thrashed. Maybe there are better interpretations. Notwithstanding the interpretation I enjoy the poem

[GEETASHREE]

This is not a love poem. It is a commentary on those who are reticent in their grief and loss which need not pertain to loss of the beloved.

[blazeofglory]

Agreed. Never can anyone or the reader be a better interpreter and here the poet emerges to interpret and that is the end of it, a stint of love sounded to me at a first reading, notwithstanding