Rise From Pile of Pain-Or
Tender heart of yours when in storm it breaks
Shower of melting cloud drenches sad eyes
Under trying test promise of trust wrecks
Flower called ardor drowns in tears … love dies
Splendor of grand times splinters in faint flakes
Hour of reckoning calls from dust to rise
Console the soul … lift from the pile of pain
Stroll at new dawn on garden path again.
June 4, 2019
Syllable count : 10 each line
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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