Grief Poem by Manu Dash

A loner with collapsible dreams;
No one is ready to walk along with you.
The silent prayers follow
To keep you at bay.
Goodbye is not a solution
When it occupies the backseat of anxieties.
Like a flamingo you appear
On the brackish lake of silence,
And I keep on watching
Stars of hope twinkling in the periphery of darkness.
It hibernates like a dry faded petal
Between the pages of an ancient book
Or old and yellowed butter in the fridge.
I look for it to change the address