Poetry of Life
In the blue hills I chased butterflies in rainbow arc,
they all disappeared in the debris of the fallen sky.
I drowned in the whirlpool of the tempest of times,
the turbulent river carried away far the driftwood,
but it grew a sapling in the shelter of rocky ledge.
From hollow wood sprouted the foliage of passion,
canopy found colors of new sky enter a poet’s heart,
on its rhythmic cadence you built a nest of belonging.
As the twilight falls on the silence of the static time
the poetry of life flows to the past with you and me.
September 29, 2019
Contest : Story Of My Life In Ten Lines
Sponsor : Silent One
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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