Revival
If from the falling sky on the high sea,
the pole star disappears
behind the tempestuous cloud,
the ancient mariner in you loses the bearing.
The halcyon horizon will bloom again
with the enchanting flowers of hope
in the sunburst dazzling dawn,
embellish the yonder chromatic shore waiting.
If you derange the rhythm of footsteps,
lost in the consuming clutch of loneliness
on the tortuous track called life,
don’t forget you have promises to keep calling.
You are destined to run
the long marathon race of fulfillment
to reach the winning post
at the end of the painful pursuit pining.
If the delightful time runs out at sunset,
the gloom of dark night enwraps you,
don’t forget the sun must sink
to ascend again with splendor of joy enticing.
It’ll enliven the dormant Phoenix in you
to rise from the debris of despair,
and to recoup the sunken essence,
you need to wait for the divine dawning.
If you are adrift disoriented,
search for the escape route
in the dismal labyrinth of living,
you may see all the exit doors closing.
Don’t lose the invisible trail of hope,
created by the invincible urge of recovery,
for at the end of the dreary tunnel
you’ll be revived by enlightenment suffusing.
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October 20, 2022
Contest : Er : Entertainment Recovery
Sponsored by : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2022
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