The Yearning Soul
Regardless of my mother's death,
One hope, obduracy, and words otiose breath
The wheels of progress never stop turning
The times shift, and my sad heart is yearning
The world continues to burst forth in beauty
To regain faith, one can never flout divine duty
Lemons had just started to turn yellow
The sky is azure, and there are plains in view
Conjointly to the bewildered trout
Somehow, the spark of passion faded out
Even as yearning is freed from restraint
I saw years slip by without one complaint
There is still plenty of love in us to pass around
I can stand with my feet sustained on the ground
And savor the peaches as a warm embrace
Where the imprint of love may leave a trace.
Written: May 26, 2023
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