This Is What You'Re
This is what you’re
For God’s sake
Shake off shadowy cocoon
Of your broken past and its
Punctilious cares,
As along the pathway of love
Nobody laughs at the afflicted heart.
The lamp that you lit
Every night has burnt a hole
In the ignorant shade.
No place of hiding contagious guilt.
You were not born a poet
And weren’t looked after to be one either.
The syntactic beauty of words
Live as the freshly plough field
And swift as gray wings of flooded river
Bare your soul to the worth of well-wishes
A bit early
Your palm lines fall short
And inconsistent endeavor
Purportedly averted you the education
Job, posting and mainstream prosperity
Yet your light-flooded eyes
Never trembled
Reminiscence of scintillating memories
Of three decades in exotic destinations
Where waking life of a dreamer
Stand in the spring’s wild beads
Made up your loss
And people often ask
Why you are so loving, dear!
Copyright © Sourabh Singh | Year Posted 2017
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