The Last Wish Poem by Kamal Prashar

A Foul to I, a deed no coward
For Tis' a paced disciplined certainity
Power of Lord and courage of Thor
A soul in bright short lived eternity

I soar the steps to marker each rise
For clear a wish in my Box unclear
But left is a wish to see bright bold
But all's damnably well, no fear

In that line so thin in Noise and Sound
Me feel thy heart so clear and loud
Separation's illusion, a feel on my own
To be & perceived in that Atlas of Cloud

A finish in a frenzy of us together
No fluke a vision of you was first
Unseen was the view ridiculous yet blooms
A wish to be yours, or your feet at worst

There out I see fat snow flakes falling
On roofs of slate and brick red walls
A Foul, a door to the stairs of heaven
I wait Thee there where the Angel falls