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Deep into the forest,
where no light could reach,
wandered a lost soul,
in search of eluding peace.
Nothing mattered anymore;
vengeance of the thorny leaves,
the hissing & screeching of animals,
or the crimson dripping from his fingers.
No majestic view could astonish him;
the fallen trees were not pitied,
the delicate blooms were left unseen,
the murmur of the brook was ignored.
Darkness bewitched him;
helpless to fight the allure,
he drifted in a trance, unaware of the
finite steps taking him into infinity.
This was lovely, somehow it reminded me of the Buddha's journey to Nirvana.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Hema. :)
DeleteThe rich vocabulary you used gave this piece so much texture and life, especially in the third stanza. The idea that trees weren’t pitied, but they *could* be was very fresh.
ReplyDeleteThat second to last stanza was so full of apathy. I liked how this poem was story and you wove in the word prompts seamlessly.
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