By Aarush Deora
Whispering, the rain stumbles
A moulted cacophony arrives
As trains in winter,
Why must always be late?
Apologies dressed as eulogies,
(a young boy still stands at an abandoned altar)
What fate does autumn have in store
For petals even spring has betrayed?
(An ancient bed creaking at midnight)
What other dreams could summer not sustain
Another shall arrive lathered with hope-mist
A brighter sunrise marred with fewer scars
Go (my love), this horizon is ended
Waltz at the edge of other event horizons
Go now (my love), go go please go
Let no outstretched fingertips impede
Let no half-chewed up pleas obstruct
Your graceful ascent to wherever you deem
The next forever lies dreaming
Forgive this little star
For thinking it could hold your shine forever
Go (my love)
You must go now
This horizon is crumbling
Waltz at the edge of other event horizons
Go with all my love,
All the luck this world has to spare
And
then
some
more...
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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'My Sincerest Apologies'
It is impressive ❤