Sorrow. A poem by Leela Soma

Sorrow has elegance,
a colourless canvas,
shades of aquarelle,
pale in their grief
denial, anger,
‘why me?’ heart asks
as it searches for the
familiar in clothes,
a faint smell on the pillow
seeking solace in prayers,
bereft, tears
flow unknowingly,
the void remains,
the blue of the corona’d lungs,
veined as a scar,
buried in the recesses
of the soul
volumes muted
alphabets unstrung,
words become superfluous,
loss tied to words,
a language with which
we learn to laugh, talk,
cry and mourn,
orphaned words
hushed, a quiet
numb, heart aches
the hurt waiting
for time to heal.


Leela Soma was born in Madras, India and now lives in Glasgow. Her poems and short stories have been published in a number of anthologies, publications. She has published two novels and two collections of poetry. The poems published are in Gutter, The Blue Nib, Anthropocene, Black Bough Poems, The Glasgow Review of Books and many others. Also was nominated for the Pushcart Prize 2019. Some of her work reflects her dual heritage of India and Scotland. Twitter and website.

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  1. This is so poignant and beautiful!

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