Wounded Whisper
In the joy suffused sky of my fervent freedom,
I let the enraptured heart’s lured songbird soar high,
glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze
that carried your fleeting jasmine fragrance to me.
Charmed by your charisma I sang the song of yearning,
until the splitting thunder storm of strife surged in
from your illusive horizon receding to obscurity,
the wrench of desertion crushed the wings of love.
The crippled bird folded the collapsed wings,
painfully crumpled like the wilted summer flower.
My mangled mind endured the pangs of isolation
in the ruined nest made of twig called emotion.
What in the end you remembered of me…
an impaled bird lost in the deep blue oblivion,
failing to fly in your far away sky,
the pain of broken heart turned into wounded whisper.
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May 25, 2023
Theme chosen : Wounded Whisper
Contest : This Or That, Vol. 18
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2023
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