Magical Spell
In the desolate seashore of secluded islands,
people build desire castles with dream sands,
protect the fragile niches with fervent care
from the breaking waves rolling on them.
The surge washes away the forlorn abodes,
sorrow is hidden in insular souls of lonely people.
With magical spell I will turn them
into convivial people, they will be gregarious.
Behind the closed windows on sunny meadows,
engulfed by dismal seamless darkness,
people morph into slices of moonless night.
In their formless periphery I pass them by,
but I can’t see through them, can’t perceive
the true contents of opaque people.
With magical spell I will turn them
into transparent people, they will shine.
People fly like frigid birds in the misty sky,
on the frozen wings of the northern wind.
In their hearts lapped by the Arctic sea
frozen emotions sink, can’t swim.
Warm embrace of empathy they don’t find,
for they are condemned as cold people.
With magical spell I will turn them
into affable people, they will be gracious.
People make their lives desolate deserts,
the charisma of oasis desiccates in the dunes,
blazed by the flame of their fiery minds
the foliage of ardent passions burns, doesn’t rustle
with the tune of stimulating melody in their hearts,
for they are wooden people.
With magical spell I will turn them
into verdant trees, they will bloom.
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March 13, 2022
Contest : Magical Spell
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2022
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