The Black Road - Poem by Sachin Sahu
'This poem is about all the struggle being faced on the path to glory. This path is always turbulent. What matters is for us to not get influenced by negative anecdotes, and create one for ourselves for generations to follow.
The first two stanzas are regarding the pain and hues to be expected on this road towards glory. The final verse renders the mirth and ambrosia of having reached there.'
The thorns heading up,
Awaiting a gruelling touch.
Heralding the cruising hues.
The jeopardy lying ahead.
Unending stygian with open arms,
Misleading welcome with pricking calm.
Path never explored before,
Perpetual journey along the shore.
Spirits turbulent under dysphoric vigil,
Blurred zenith from abyss of thrill.
Road adorned with precarious pitfall,
Shivers desire for glittering knoll.
Path coloured with blood of failure,
Deserted streets with pacifying pedicure,
Whispering echoes breaking the silence,
Narrating tales of numbing pretence.
Wiping dust off alarming annals,
Screening scenes of melancholic glance.
Pain leaving the spirits dented,
Morose sense and heart bated.
Are the thorns pricky enough,
to dampen the exuberant feet?
Destined path sombre enough,
to unlit the vivacious light?
Stain of blood conjuring enough,
to dismay the frisky spirit?
Tapestry of tales fervent enough,
to impair the audacious fleet?
Veil of pain crippling enough,
to eclipse the glittering mirth?
The jewelled panacea of destiny,
A heal for maim vagary.
The bliss of numbing treasure,
Euphoria of wooing pedicure.
Chronicles of frozen victory,
Gaeity and the soothing glee.
Awaiting throne of pious solace,
For a feel of earned grace.
A journey seeking perseverant nod,
Along the bridal black road.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
The first two stanzas are regarding the pain and hues to be expected on this road towards glory. The final verse renders the mirth and ambrosia of having reached there.
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