Young
chirpy dawn’s
Untutored
virgin rays
Sidled
through threshold
And
vanished soon
As their
master strong
Went oblong
Day grew
through
Some cold
nibbles
And
tasteless brew
A tempest
of thoughts
Groped for
an idea
As if a
microseism lost
In a pile
of papers
Mellow dusk
blushed
Hidden
behind curtains
Unnoticed..
Note: This poem was published in the literary journal Muse India
Sweet with strands of lurking romance!
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DeleteI'd like to grasp this line in its entirety: "Untutored virgin rays"
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DeleteNice one Amit, it is like painting a picture with words, loved the last few lines especially - mellow dusk blushed..
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DeleteThoughts despairing to ideate...very nice expression. I think we all go through such phases. More so for writers of your stature!!
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DeleteBrilliant verses that range from the sublime to the torrent...
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