Poetry

One Last Time

Trapped between indolence and apathy

 elusive are the wings of moment

 loosening ties with happiness

 whisking away life’s mirth and joy

 seems …the parking lot of good times

 is filled with swirls of  sorrow

 the grieving sky, the solitary lamp post

 and my silent self

 wait with baited breath

 for a pristine morrow

 

let me stir my heart’s closet

evince some hope and faith

nestle one last time

with a morsel of carpe diem and rapture

come out of the brooding state

before the tyrant fist of set hour tightens.

 

                                                                             ~ Sujata Dash

                                                                                  Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India

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