Majestic prowl


                  Echoes of mystic aura 
               Arcade ,swades,Spanish
                   Growl among a haul
                   Foot marks dancing.
     

         on the edges of wavy icicles                
                 All the tales forlorn.
    
    

           Abandoned abandonings 
      Detachements from thy abode
                Sparkling ambushes 
                     Call of the hour.
    


       A bouquet of moments smashed
    And then from prostration as I rose up 
                        I found none!




Almond haze,cherry trees ,lush meadows
                   Candid moments
   Thy,ink deserted from the wooden tomb.


































©aanqurat.                        

Comments

  1. Krishna14 May 2022 at 08:29

    This poem speaks of deep feelings of struggle and loneliness, test of hope. Nicely picked words. Very nice.

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