Transformation
The hands held warmly, the faces face
The eyes meet gently, the distance fuses
The closeness grows with vibrant grace.
The hands fisted tightly, the faces distort
The eyes glare fiercely, the bridges break
The relationships crash in ripping discord.
The minds caged insolent, the hearts rasp
The egos blaze wildly, the identity screams
The trying times take accord out of grasp.
The road dark deserted, the life insulated
The past prevails prized, the present pines
The sense of transformation dawns belated.
August 23, 2017.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2017
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