Soulful Susurration
“The dark wasteland of life I need to traverse
kindling the beacon of hope at the edge of time” – by Poet
In the flooding river of the tormenting time,
spreading the arms of smothering agony,
I feel my exuberant essence drown disowned,
and for an anchorage I cling to the string of hope.
You disappear from collapsed plateau of yearning,
I hear the call of the distant bell tolling for me,
submerging the music of my life’s broken violin
in the flow of the sonorous stream of solitude.
As the tide of time searches for the edge of eternity,
in the fading twilight of despair I breathe forlorn
the melancholic air that whispers the sunset song,
echoing the rhythm of my soulful susurration.
From the enwrapping expanse of wasteland dust
I’ll rise with the indomitable resolve not yet lost,
and on the trail illumined by the rays of the new sun
with tinge of hope, I’ll travel to the horizon of ecstasy.
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October 31, 2021
Contest : "S" Contest, New Poems
Sponsor : Constance La France
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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