Subimal Sinha-Roy Poet Free verse

Ambrosia of Joy

Surging storm splitting apart the falling sky
blows with harrowing fury through static mind,
flaring wrath burns akin to blazing badland bush, 
scorching dry soul to a stack of still ash. 
	 
Sky would go up high again, construct clouds,
adrift from fading ruins of missing horizon,
dissolving painful mind constantly dripping
slant drops of pouring rain of dismal sorrow. 
	 
In squally gust clumps of cloud drift away far,
as shining stars glow bright in moonlit glossy sky, 
through radiant air satin surf of stardust wafts, 
making in my mind an aura of astral glow.

On topography of soul brook of jubilation flows, 
satiating my thirsty spirit, and I would want it
to always drink ambrosia of joy without hiatus,
and sail on winds of rhapsody to bay of bliss.

(Letter E has not been used in the poem)
July 14, 2020
Received N/A in Contest : Lipogram Poem (Judged July 27, 2020)
August 10, 2020
Contest : N-A Rerun 10
Sponsor : John Hamilton

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James Long July 14, 2020 at 1:48 PM when you believe in something; this all can be anything that consistently works for you individually ("Especially when and if, and just exactly wherever we all can possibly be helpful to another, special, something or someone who are in essence, just like ourselves each individually, and ever-vitally") you; can apply yourself towards this effort with all of your heart and mind, and body; spiritedly, and ever-soulfully as well as emotionally, systematically, and ritualistically."