Just like that...


I painted a picture decades ago,
I imaged myself as a fortunate one,
The Masterpiece of mine, in tatters lay,
I, the Master, survey the ruin, aloof, undone.


There was a dream, a sketch of the heart,
And inroads to fondness of an embryonic soul-
that wretched in pieces, buried snowdeep alas!
The prophesy of the golden spring,did depart!

Indrajit Ghosal

7 Sonatas:

    A profound masterpiece.
    Excellent poem, in my opinion.
    Cheers
    JP

     

    solemn lines. Well written.

     

    beautiful (as usual)

     

    ....we always must to born again...when something seams to definitivly break us .....

     

    wow..beautiful poem it is!

    'painted a picture decades ago, imaged myself as a fortunate one'!

    yeah, great dreams and let it happen!

    good morning!

     

    this is beautifull .. "The prophesy of the golden spring,did depart!"

    really a masterpiece !

     

    sad. but beautiful.

     

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