Lost In Silent Darkness

Lost In Silent Darkness prose poem

Uploaded by Kishan Negi

When I look back the silent darkness
I had left in the deep woods
a long ago
where I had planted few seeds
of my memories to grow
but I found those seeds grown
with thorns of exasperation and annoyance
when I fondled those plants
I felt the prick of thorns
my broken heart felt shock
that chimes of buds missing
chink of leaves of oak
and alpine disappearing
rustle of gust of winds fading away
susurration of herbage die down
tinkle of poplar branches falling silent
now I am back in the woods
to get lost into silent darkness
and invite
chimes of buds to titillate my cheeks
chink of leaves of oak and alpine
to tickle my lips
rustle of gust of winds ‘
to pamper my poetic feelings
susurration of herbage
to croon me a lullaby
and wish that I were lost
in the golden memories of
olden days in the silent darkness agaIN

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