The Spirit Of Nelumbo
/Trapped in a tesseract of shrinking stint,
Traumatised by the tellurian tides’ flair.
I perceive my proximities’ putrefying imprint;
The distal disdain debilitating me to despair.
Eventually I am losing every hope of seeking hope,
Parting denyingly from dreg of dare to cope.
A ray of riddle emanating of no spring,
Startlingly sparks a figurine of faith,
The nature of Nelumbo to nurture craving out of scathing,
To harness hope to emerge of starving sheath;
It forges its fragrance from the stink of scum,
It carves its colour out of mire’s murky foam.
The streak of faith severed my fastened palpebrae:
The death of a delirious dream demarcates the dawn of a dilemmatic day.
By Aadityaamlan Panda
From: India
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