Obsession of Drift Wood
The blue hills rolled down the verdant slopes
in rhythmic swings on tinged topography
cradling the charm of the humming hamlet
that lodged once my home happy.
With the slant shadow of the cotton clouds
climbing the heights of the cerulean sky
my teenage joy soared above the horizon high
with the colorful kites I loved to fly.
The sparkling stream with curling pearls
flowed in flamboyant grandeur
girdling our house in embracing loops
with garlands of picturesque meanders.
My rainbow painted paper boats followed
the cascading current’s rippling trail
on them I saw to distant dreamland destination
my youthful fantasy sail.
The surging storm swept across my landscape
the boats sank, the kites flew away snapped
and I turned into a wandering drift wood
in faded youth I search for them obsessed.
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March 28, 2021
Contest : My Obsession
Sponsor : Regina McIngtosh
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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