Whispers Of The Blossoming Fall

Whispers Of The Blossoming Fall short poem

Uploaded by Vijayant Mehla


Man of few words, He
scars his badge of honor
kept himself a shield of neglect,
holding onto tears that dripped no longer

an ode sang the orientals
” ‘t was summers of an ancient time,
He had visions of bells tolling…of times
he fought for brass worth not a dime”

He wore his father’s armor
it smelled of his blood’s pride,
flashes vaguely a memory of euphoria
of his first unassisted bicycle ride

hung the portrait by the wall
clinks the cutlery silver,clanks the bowl
“there were four of them”,told the ceramic
clamor surged & thus began the legend’s haul.

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