Priti Bhosale Poet Prose

I Met the Alchemist

As soon as they come; they leave
As soon as I open my eyes; they vanish
The Ghosts of my past fight the angels of my future
Or so I see it

Faith they said, had grown week
So much so that even
Ten shots of elixir felt meek
Or so I believed

Time claimed alchemy
I simply bowed
to whoever showed,
The power to prove wrong in me 

It was a long voyage
Horizon seemed like an eternity
The alchemist continued to row
And I continued to bow

‘Look up’ he said
So I did, and so I saw it
My cheeks felt warm
The breeze felt soft

As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw his work
Indeed! He spoke of the truth
Watching the bright golden truth, I stood
Making its way from up above into my room

Drinking the elixir, I smiled
Watching me, he took pride
Twisted are your ways, I said
‘Make me proud’ said he and left.

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