Sanctified Wings
The dawn sky of life splashed blessed beams of bliss
on dream buds that unfurled joy in my eyes,
rapture took me to rare realm I didn’t miss,
cloud of sunset storm heaped at edge of skies.
Splintered by the flicker of tinged twilight,
in spasm vortex I saw my sky decay,
crumble with my dreams in abyss of night,
in dark depth I found the end of my way.
Flushing garden turned to rumpled debris,
the buds didn’t see the new sunrise in spring.
I prayed for God’s kindness to make me free,
I could fly devout on sanctified wing.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2024
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