A Voiceless Scribe
A few pages of unanchored memories,
A few crushed petals of life,
An unfeigned friend’s gift of love,
Leaves of reminiscences on the earth!
A life unabridged on tattered pages,
In ink, with a delicate hand,
A long journey - of bliss, and woe,
Precious times with beloved souls.
Nights beside the lonely flicker of a lantern ,
Unworldly feelings of a damsel, pouring heart,
Visioned life as surreal, and flawless,
Her love as unreal armoured knight.
The pages remained silent as a noiseless night,
Life went on like a meandering stream,
Feelings unsaid, promises hushed,
The voiceless scribe remained unvoiced.
Written on June 25, 2020
For An Old Scribe Contest
Copyright © Malabika Ray Choudhury | Year Posted 2020
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