Whisper
From my domain of desiccated wasteland,
the dust soared on the wings of plundering wind,
wafted across the burnt canopy
of the lone magnolia tree,
I nurtured with love for many years.
The storm scraping the sands of the listless time,
rose from the dusky horizon of distress,
swept away the dislodged leaves.
In their rustle I heard them whisper …
“catch us before we disappear”.
Through the dust of despair drifting nowhere,
the last rays of the setting sun filtered,
swathed the vestiges of the broken dreams,
enveloped within the migrating mirage,
that morphed into the leaves flying away.
Across the melting shadow of the cloud adrift,
through the golden glow of sunset,
I trailed the course of the blowing wind
to catch the fleeting leaves
that took away all my dreams.
Beneath the defoliated magnolia tree,
at the fringe of my dried-up bare garden,
as I stood with my dwindling present,
I heard the rippling wind whisper to me…
“you’ll catch them in the twilight terrain”.
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April 23. 2023
Word chosen : Whisper
Contest : Writing Challenge - "W" Word
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2023
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