The Last Grain
Tranquility,
In the moist breathe;
Seethes
Through the stifled throat
As beads of fear
Shroud the craggy lines of fate.
The netted beams of the moon,
Peek
Through the monsoon clouds
And the reeky night; they
Glimmer on the murky puddles
In the backyard.
Feed the wick; the flame
Flutters in the icy breeze.
A trickle down her cheek,
As the knells croon …
The last grain of time drops.
I liked the intensity of emotion portrayed in this poem.. The monsoon clouds, the murky puddles, the icy breeze and the tear down her cheeks..they all blend so well. Nice read!
ReplyDeletehey lakshmi! that's exactly what i wanted to portray. so, good to hear that from you... thanks!
ReplyDelete