Saturday, July 23, 2022

A Poem Of Sorts In July

Hinted conflicts of a sundered soul 

Forge multiple personas and a vessel 

That navigates between disparate languages 

And ambiguities embedded in scenes of squalor,

Whistling dirges for mounting a serpent of time

Numbly without shield or sword.


Delving into the unpredictability of lived horrors and

Palpable tensions of salvaging wrecks from entangled memories,

What thoughtless wastage of an unnatural order, what 

Breathless fatalism of a new skirmish with dreams of fraternity?


Standing stolid and worn, razing blades of grass

For a furnace brimful of flames in wild waves of peril,

Why blaze a scream when licked by fiery tongues

Sharply scolding like lessons of childhood?


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