Moose
Love, Nature, poetry, Uncategorized

The Colossal Poise

I ran naked midst tall elephant grasses

breathless, gasping for some air in my

emaciated lungs collapsing  on the

red Earth beneath.

 

Alarmed by the blob of sounds oozing

from the fissures, leaned  and settled

my left ear to listen to the heart-beats

of my own unborn still floating in 

 vast cores.

 

Gentle pulsing sighs of life gone too

soon from the bare lap, snatched savagely

from my bloody hands. In the hours

of gloom, I ask the cause of my doom;

 “Was it my doing?”

Is the question I implore the most!

 

I a poet could never muster strength

to take out few words from the repository 

of  the colossal dictionaries to pen an eulogy.

Could never erect a tomb for the light that

fizzled out in front of my  stony eyes, if only

I could cover the infant flame with my own

hands, is the probability I plead the most!

 

And just when I stooped further for hearing

a dark shadow hovered eclipsing rays of the 

blistering Sun, a giant moose beseeching me 

to leave, for now it was  the turn of the

Colossal Poise to kneel down…

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