A pale face of grave
Once adorned—Flowers—
Dead and strewn ;
And a few torn memories
Kissing a passionless coffin.
The dirge mellows
The pain is burnt
Droplets weep;
The wan sky hangs
A long scythe of rainbow
Neatly drawn in colours of grief.
Rejoice, O Soul
Paint on seamless images of death
Upon placid pool of expressions.
Once adorned—Flowers—
Dead and strewn ;
And a few torn memories
Kissing a passionless coffin.
The dirge mellows
The pain is burnt
Droplets weep;
The wan sky hangs
A long scythe of rainbow
Neatly drawn in colours of grief.
Rejoice, O Soul
Paint on seamless images of death
Upon placid pool of expressions.
I read this many times.Just leaves me wordless to comment. I guess my compliment is "I am affected".
ReplyDeleteI am too always affected by purity of your appreciation, Sidharth!
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