A free verse for a contest.
|Dark grey sky peeping through the lattice of the
Patterned branches forms a mesh, a maze.
Yonder stands a tree with its serrated
Leaves :as if awaiting someone in pangs,
Of abject solitude and despondence.
Twilight is about to set in with hues,
Brilliant, vibrant, vivid and splendid.
Morning glory has vanished with all its
Dazzling brilliance and resplendent sheen,
Leaving behind a trail of utter gloom.
A pall of sheer despair unfolds itself.
Soon darkness will arrive swathing the
Jet black canvas, in wreaths of pristine pain.
The night star gleams at me with a smile
So cherubic , I welcome the pure grace.
The diamond-studded canopy twinkles
Feebly, a portrait of picturesque charm.
Without radiance, without bright luster,
But with a comeliness enticing the
Poets- to doodle for all ages to come.
Form: Free verse