A Firm Confession - Poem by Deb Panda
Cool- calm; yet colors are printed -
In these eyes, whose lid is shaken, In mind-
Of a tumultuous past -
Collapsed those castles above the head.
I have heard -
A faint voice,
A firmest confession,
Yet not - obliged -
Tryst not made,
With weak will- it can surmount atop
And doesn't admit -
Admit under shade.
And admit -
From Keats, to Frost,
Odds to odes of dead brave- hearts-
and runs after Worth-
Worth not -
While he meets,
The play's last protagonist.
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