“If you break my heart I’ll spring a surprise,
picking love for you from the dust I’ll rise” –by Poet
In the flood of the surging river of stifling agony
I feel my gasp sinking deep with my essence.
As from the eroded bank of yearning you disappear,
I hear the distant bell toll faintly for me, and then
the music of life’s broken violin I lose in an instant
in the murmur of the sonorous stream of solitude.
As the flow of time searches for course to eternity,
in the fading twilight gleam I breathe the frigid air.
I hear it whisper the swan song to me on the passing,
resonating with the rhythm of my soulful sigh,
raising specks of hope from desolate wasteland dust,
I’ll cross with utter resolve to reach the bay of bliss.
April 30, 2021
Contest : Writing Prompt-Breathe
Sponsor : Constance Le France
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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