Poems on Hope & Grief

By Sreekanth Kopuri

HOPE

We die 
like great trees 
but the roots of
memories hold 
deep into the earth
that waits for the 
fresh monsoons 
of our dreams 
to sprout some 
hopes around.

GRIEF

a tear runs down 
the earth’s eye

a sandpiper tethers along 
these sandy dunes of 
a prolonged absence

here a half sunk boat
dilapidated by broken dreams
stinks of dead fish  
		
birds winter again
and the silence of desire
worms the blood
before the soul’s last flight
to the bleeding Sun

A DESTINATION

Those bruises -- time’s ashes 
beneath these aging feet 
will bring home a love 
beyond all our meanings;
but not yet, since the 
ash flakes of these dreams
still blur the way. 

Sreekanth Kopuri is an Indian poet, Current poetry editor for The AutoEthnographer Journal Florida, Alumni Writer in Residence, and a Professor of English from Machilipatnam, India. 

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