Peeping through the slit
In the dark reservoir of my heart
I saw a vast landscape of foggy meadows:
It’s as if, a film of satire
has usurped the green.
It cost me a rupture to regain my vision
Clear in the dawn of love
Only to rupture further apart
a friendship.
I picked up the fragments of a wretched heart
Cooing to it softly
Forgiving its follies desperately
Clinging to its beauty
As of dawn and dusk
In nature
but hopeless.
It had long lost its lustre and now remain
the dregs.
*First published in The Wagon Magazine, Vol 1, Issue 12, March, 2017.
In the dark reservoir of my heart
I saw a vast landscape of foggy meadows:
It’s as if, a film of satire
has usurped the green.
It cost me a rupture to regain my vision
Clear in the dawn of love
Only to rupture further apart
a friendship.
I picked up the fragments of a wretched heart
Cooing to it softly
Forgiving its follies desperately
Clinging to its beauty
As of dawn and dusk
In nature
but hopeless.
It had long lost its lustre and now remain
the dregs.
*First published in The Wagon Magazine, Vol 1, Issue 12, March, 2017.
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