The Quest Poem by Saritha Ayyath Madhusudanan
The Quest
When the sun sets,
When the trails are obscured,
Silence precedes the night..
Is it the grief of the summer?
Is it a music without melody?
The darkening dusk fades afar
Without uttering a word....
The clouds search for the ripples
The withering flowers yearn for the melting teardrops
The hornets chase the flame
The harmony looks out for the changing colours...
Without rhythm, Seeking peace......
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