Filled all with echoing dishonour
The lonely autumn tree minus the spark
Where occasionally an owl hoots or an insane dog barks.
Where the ceaseless wait for the breaking dawn
Shatters your brittle dream aeon and aeon.
Nth I have
found myself here
Or how or what next to dare.
Everytime that sparkle in your eyes
Has lifted my spirits and told me what within me lies.
Today, as the rain fell and washed my tears,
And the sun shone, that golden sphere,
The puzzle was solved as I found your part.
For now, I knew buried you were, in my heart.
As the breeze blew onto my face
Your voice whistled that I will be yours.
I cherish you for all that you did
And those pearls that came to me as you spoke.
Most of all, the one which read
“You are not a has-been but a will be”
Millions of times have I found myself there.
Each time, I stirred the storm clear,
I am sure your soul was near.
In all those empty moments of despair
I know you will continue to be…
All I wonder is, do you see me?
SUBMITTED BY: N. NAVYA
1ST YEAR, B.A.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Your feedback is precious. Please feel free to leave your feedback with us. Thank you.