Subimal Sinha-Roy Poet Rhyme

Bliss At the Journey's End

A sand grain of quartz sprawls on desert dune,
listens to the scorching whistle of the arid wind,
sliding down the steep slope waltzes to its tune.
Face burnished, it doesn’t mind the falling grind.

It reposes in new found niche of subtle solitude,
sees the fiery sun rise, burn the parched heart.
Its static crystalline soul still survives for it should,
it waits for the shower of cool stardusts to start.

The mystique beams of the flimsy maroon moon 
drench it with silent shower of nocturnal ecstasy.
It forgets the glow of mesmeric night will end soon,
ascending flare of the desert sun it will again see.

With the surge of fury the summer storm blows,
the sand grain soars to dust-charged cloud of ink,
to the sapphire fold of the enthralling oasis it goes,
where in the azure of lacustrine serenity it sinks.

At the journey’s end bliss suffuses the stony core,
the blaze of the desert sun can’t burn it any more.

December 21, 2019
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