Voices Rise From Dust
VOICES RISE FROM DUST
The uphill path rigorous and arduously rough,
obsessed fervor’s effort to climb the mountain,
in aspiring life’s progression agonizingly tough,
drove me unimpeded for sky of success to attain.
Above the blaring stratum of mundane cacophony
I rose testing my perseverance in sheared sense.
Those who crossed my path realized their folly,
for they were waylaid outside my egoistic fence.
Suffused with the euphoria of reaching the summit
the aura of success congealed the heart in thin air.
Those who held hands adoring me beyond the limit,
discarded, they fell back in obscurity, I didn’t care.
In the twilight hours when the journey is downhill
along the lone path, crossed all bridges but the last,
in the deafening silence of the petrified night still
I hear the stifled voices of nemesis rise for the dust.
Written : December 5, 2018
January 19, 2020
Contest : Strand No 650, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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