I stare at shadows on time’s wall
No more seems a moment far away
Thru windows swung opened by a squall
Let’s see how the ghosts of faith and fear play!
Lest a stormy fight lose my coy kite
Who cares more than my profound pain
Alas all friends I lost in a night
O’er an argument profane!
How soon awash has the sleet left mind
Thru the hide-and-seek of petrichor
A poet is better-off when blind
To a million mutinies before war!
“You won’t live long”, And I laugh away, what the medics say
Will the blessings burn the firefly?
I sit baptized by a mean melee
Under Overcast Sky!
© 2023 Vikas Chandra