Sunday 15 August 2021

Ritika Singh, Poetry 2021 Longlist


Sitting under a willow tree
Gazing across the lake
With lyre in his hand
Grazing fingers through its strings

When a sad melancholy sings
He looks at the sun
With misery filled heart
He sits where Hyacinth grows

Slung to his back are arrows and bow
His eyes filled with tears
And voice full of despair
He sings for Hyacinthus

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