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Heartbroken Wanderer In Wasteland
“When the heart breaks the trail of longing
gets lost in the debris of its shards”- By Poet
The sparkling dawn enwraps my heart with hues,
spreads the sunburst luster of my yearning,
paints golden garden in mind’s blank canvas,
blooming with the patina of my love,
unfurls buds of fervent facsimile
of your astral floral face, I adore.
As the gloss of radiant red roses
flushes your cheeks with seraphic grandeur
of resplendent diamonds of dulcet dew,
rhapsody radiates relentlessly
in the mesmeric meadow of my mind.
As you become mine in rapture I float.
In the vivacious valley of my heart,
configured by the contours of your charm,
as I shape a longing course to reach you,
the clouds of my craving melt in torrent
of emotion making my love for you
a surging stream of joy where I swim.
A time comes when my passionate skies fall,
in its debris the meadow of mind dries.
The ardent clouds float away to nowhere
on wings of my desire in search of you.
I feel your receding mystique shadow
strike so hard my morose heart with anguish.
Wandering weary in barren wasteland
of the waning memory of longing,
I hear the enchanting echo of songs
we sang together under moonlit sky.
You won’t know how much the heartbroken me
misses you crushed when you’re gone forever.
Copyright ©
Subimal Sinha-Roy
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