Saturday, 1 August 2020

Anindita Janhabee Swaro, Poetry 2020 Longlist

Lodestar

 

Alone in the streets of hue

Complexities of my mind grew

 

I walked and ran like a mad

Behind the woods, I was a lost lad

 

Into darkness, now that I was lost

Trees with green leaves covered with frost

 

At some distance the wolves howled

Hunger of peace, my mind growled

 

Crossing a stream of blue

The dark sky’s wind wasn’t the only clue

 

Walking for miles, I heard a voice

Melodic and fragrant, he was a choice

 

Right from there in the sky

He smiled at me to heal my scar

 

He was abstract and beautiful

I called him my lodestar…

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