As I tread, thru the, trodden trail
I see, sore shades, of resplendence
Like the, broken notes, of a nightingale
Strewn from, the string, of nonchalance!
Are they blossoms, which, lasted fall
Laid out, to dry, o’er moor’s, cold heart
Or the, broken mirth, of the, rainbow’s thrall
Falling from grace, two worlds apart!
Is this mystique, beyond my, thoughts
Like the, musk-deer searching, for its soul
In the, despair of, forget-me-nots
I find, my yearning, pay time’s toll!
Then I, chance upon, the motley throng
Like the hope, of spring, which never dies
Life’s lasting lust, to love, and long
In The Scattered Souls Of Butterflies!
© 2019 Vikas Chandra
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Wonderful poetry by a talented writer.
Many Thanks Dear for endorsing my thoughts and for the kind words.
Many Thanks for re-blogging my poetry…
I always enjoy your work and you are welcome.
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Amazing poetry my friend.
Many Thanks Brother!
You saved my life
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