Thursday, 15 August 2019

Poetry 2019 Longlist, Komal Gupta

A HARP'S SONG.

In love sparks fly,

a shooting star cascades down

cupid lorn skies, wishes rain forth

in enamored silver showers,

soothing moonlit balm for broken hearts.

The sun and night

waltz with fingers barely touching,

light up fiery dawns and dusks, 

tokens of unending desire.

One brightens up

to end the darkness of a love lost,

the other throws ink 

of the darkest shades on
thoughts of love. 

Each goes its own way, 

still love plays a harp's song

with their heartstrings, for an eternity entwined.

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