Lost Love
Lost Love
On high ground she firmly stands
to resist the harsh wind
Consistently looks beyond
the churning, diabolic storm.
Life’s persistent uncertainties
as the present, plays havoc;
tantrum within her future goals.
Is there an end to the ongoing strife?
Question she needs to answer
as the wind-blown, ruffled tresses; freely endorses her ebbing spirits.
Set her apart from the common herd.
Plagued by love must she
protect the ones she loves.
Will her failing heart beats
Infect the conscious mind?
Time is what make her whole
she clamber’s from lost dignity persuades her inbuilt attitude
rejuvenates her joy towards life!
Between life and death
is a thin line
The painter manages
to underline.