Oblivion
The beguiled butterfly you were the flittering joy
to my dream-drenched enticed eyes,
left an enthralling film of tantalizing touch
on the flower I’d bloomed in my heart’s garden.
As your motif sparkled in the sunburst spectrum,
spontaneous fresco of yearning unveiled in my mind
for transient alluring moments engraved still,
generating the breaking waves of surging passion
on which the pearls of my longing spread
onto the silver beach beneath your eyelids.
You couldn’t perceive they changed into gems of desire,
for you didn’t morph the eyes into prism of ardor.
The latent essence of tender instinct I tried to awake
from the reverie where my love
wandered chasing the mirage in wilderness,
searching for a verdant pasture of fervor
to be owned as a dulcet dew drop,
but an entranced fly I flew fazed into your fire,
turned to ashes, wafted to the horizon of nothingness.
The whirlwind of the turning time
will sweep across your memory meadow,
where you’ll see me rise someday
from the dust of oblivion.
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September 23, 2021
Contest : "O" Contest, New Poems
Sponsor : Constance La France
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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