Death of Beauty
I blanched at a note serene rhetoric quest
and my soul literally grimaced at it
to fancy about forthcoming event or final rest,
how then too continue to last bit.
i glided away throughout, to get a pious glimpse
of an urchin, from whose countenance innocence dribbled
and with deep cosmic eyes and undone whims
contrary to soul, which under circumstances feebled.
jocund child with so much to tell
not only with lips but with eyes too
she silently perches in my heart's dell
and never to her i will bid adieu.
i love to hear her puerile talks,
and way she pour her emotion
it conjures me and my mind blocks,
and with self same ecstasy lull my heart's ocean.
i drove my feet to her tawny hut
and peeped expecting someone to see
but my eyes wide, soul aghast and senses shut
to hear a piercing voice claiming that forever she had flee.
that scarce moment drove me insane
and made me lay weekly supine
and sight by sight my heart pain
and my soul continuously pine.
-: AKASH SANGWAN
Copyright © Akash Ripper | Year Posted 2014
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