Flowers of Bliss
FLOWERS OF BLISS
The sky smothers the twilight glow,
unaware, in deep horizon
dark and dense clump of cloud is born.
The streaming storm begins to blow,
in the rage of the rushing wind
the placid pasture gets the grind.
Smokes of anger in mind billow
from flame stoked by blazing vengeance,
life turns a volcano at once.
Charcoal cloud fills the sky hollow,
the rains pour from the molten grey,
flood takes ruins of wrath away.
Burnt mind sinks in inner thought slow,
filled by the cool rains of remorse
the feelings flow in the right course.
After storm begins the night show,
stars glint in crystal firmament,
blue dusts drizzle from moon crescent.
Quiet happiness starts to grow
saplings with buds of love for all,
bloom as flowers of bliss in soul.
The sky smothers the twilight glow,
the streaming storm begins to blow.
Smokes of anger in mind billow,
charcoal cloud fills the sky hollow,
burnt mind sinks in inner thought slow.
After storm begins the night show,
quiet happiness starts to grow.
June 21, 2018
Syllable count checked on howmanysyllables.com
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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