Reverse Midas Touch
The flood of agony inundates the debris of hope
The weed-webbed fallow terrain languishes within
Piles up the wreckage of the life unlived
As the garden of rapture turns into bare badland.
The meadow of future waits for me to be walked
The alchemy of fantasy invents the magical glitter of gold
Gilds the rusted crust of the withering present
Marigold of ecstasy blooms in the Midas-touched mind.
Wrapped by the golden rays of the setting sun
The entranced mind rolls on the high waves of life
Pulled within the gloomy trough of anguish
Crashes on the shore shaped by the shadow of dismal past.
The castle I build with golden sands disappears in the sea
And I follow over the decay the footprints of destiny
To the eroded wasteland of the time present
At the end of the aureate dream I dreamt.
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December 22, 2022
Title Chosen : Reverse Midas Touch
Contest : This Or That, Vol. 15
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2022
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