The Poet
Once lived a pen the paper loved
Echoed with pride every time it tipped,
Each soul prayed to be worded by the infant
Only to discover the beauty they caved
Into the darkest of dreams he went
With the flashes of fireflies
And the buzzing of the bees
To open the eyes for the emotion in his cells
A sip of his poetry juice won the attention of every taste bud
Famished lands turned savannah and asphalt jungles bloomed into the sky
A mirage of a far-flung shadow formed in the bright sun
The rockets he propelled never may land!
Days grew older and winter began falling
The last few drops of elixir flowed like wine
The reindeer gave serene signs of resistance and,
Every inch of beauty he rode on his back began realizing the change
Clocks refused to move and the time came,
Sleepless nights and envisioning daydreams bid adieu
Despite seeming so sure as a one-way path
He needed the stick to walk on his mind
The Phoenix in him rose from his ashes
Gazed upon the starlit night with a sigh
Whispers filled the air and a symphony of silence prevailed
The creator took his pen and the world waited….
Copyright © Vignesh Vishal | Year Posted 2018
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