As clean, as beautiful
The mirror, I saw
The crafted grandeur
Beauty gorged of flaw.
I tried to chase,
The world so bright
But each time I leapt
They showed me fright
I tried to see,
The vial of life
But the eyes grew weary
And just saw strife
I tried to clasp,
The wind and sail
But the galloping waves
And the tearing gale…
I tried to mount,
My thoughts on steed
But every thought
Was struck and it did bleed! !
I tried to tread,
With the crowd rampant
I was clenched, and I gasped
In the crowd nonchalant! !
I raised my brows,
To catch the long straight street
But it showed me just
A fragment of it! !
I tried to ti, e
The chords of despair and hope
But nothing could mend
This broken rope.
I dropped down battered
In pieces, in shards
Narrow hopes all cleaved
All reveries marred.
It was the mirror
I saw till then
The truth, its twin and…
Betwixt a narrow glen! ! !
All this while
I played a child! ! !
Sporting folly,
And reveries wild…
-Ritwika Raha
wow... amazing! ! i can actually feel a rhythm, , something like a music tune while reading ur work! ! marvelous! ! :)
Superbly penned. Excellent use of words. Thank you for gifting such a nice poem.
Life is a beautiful journey that reflected in our own mirror. Thanks for sharing. Tapas, West Bengal, India
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellently written with a good taste of anaphora. Great job there Ritwika (unique name) ! ! !