Hope: The Citadel Poem by DASHARATH NAIK

This dreary desolation,
ice-lander's isolation I never mind;
for melody rings in my heart.

With the rising sun
this nada will fritter away
faster than ball from the catapult.

Our shadows entwine,
as forecast in my dreams,
not to be me but as we to exist

Emotions in spate
like hedgerow untrimmed
in huge hugs of mutual trust.

The silken bond holds:
hands of a clock we are,
hopefully never to fall apart.

©® Dasharath Naik