THRALL

Something glides past from mysterious realms

             Shown in charming flowers

                 Shone in flying colors

As seen from the days of lamb-like innocence

   The future in lures slides into the present.

All, to man’s witness, is beyond expectations

           Fades the charms of blossoms                                                     

            Evades the glories of dreams

Happens by surprise here at the spur of the moment

        The transient present turns into the past

The past, cud to be chewed in the interior horizon

            Emotions of embittered hearts

            Experiences in shattered dreams

Clings for spasm whether reluctant or be an aspirant

         As milestones in man’s life-expedition

It’s time: the future, the present and the past

          That wakes man to its wonders

             Its display of infinite powers

For its enlightenment to man in its move eternal             

           As its life-long inevitable thrall

Published in Indian English Anthology, The Dance of the Peacock, Canada. 2014.

Published in TRIVENI Journal.

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