In The, Throbbing Heart, Of The Cold, Blue Hill


vikas chandra

Bathed in, moon’s mist, my dream, azure
Fortitude, fostered, by the tears, of sun
Beyond, myths of minds, mystiques conjure
A truth, yonder, man’s illusion!

How a stone, soared to, lofty majesty
From the womb, of earth, to the crest, of sky
Yet, grounded firmly, by gravity
A phantom, of faith, who’d never, say die!

Stands all alone, a tomb, of time
Bearing, cross of, life’s inertia
There’s a stain, in beauty’s, paradigm
A sin, that lasts thru, its each vista!

I’ve heard, its whispers, to zephyrs
“In my, realm of bliss, faith has, its fill”
Till the fury, smolders, a life, lingers
In The, Throbbing Heart, Of The Cold, Blue Hill!

© 2020 Vikas Chandra

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