|
| |
Dawn Of Regeneration
The trees absorb autumn’s color explosion,
paint the leaves with crimson and gold patina,
know the ballet of hues doesn’t last,
gets lost in the haze of winter air.
The gilded leaves leave the bare boughs
of the stripped deciduous trees,
dancing to the swan song of winter,
know revival is disguised in decay.
Spring returns with stimulation of resurgence,
new lustrous leaves sprout in tawny trees,
gloomy garden flourishes with flaming flowers.
The blizzard of discontent blows,
my wrecked heart turns into a defoliated tree.
The sunburst days fade out fast,
the twilight sky falls with depressing dusk.
I don’t forget that the sun sinks
to rise again with resurrected radiance.
I wait for the heavenly hues
to suffuse me with sanguinity,
inspiring the Phoenix concealed within
to rise from the dust of distress
in the divine dawn of regeneration.
Copyright ©
Subimal Sinha-Roy
|
|