****~a Madrigal`s Motley~**** Poem by Amit Ray

A madrigal`s motley through the winds
Only with her wings they did play the strings, did their words succumb to her rantings?
Colours capriced in mundane hearts, kisses robbed in binds

The time behests in unfelt abode, a spring`s demise, snows in blood grinds
Whisps of unknown livelong night and pangs, did they gainsay in their gatherings?
A madrigal`s motley through the winds

Her hopes flew with hopes anonymous, an estrangement in merry-go-round surrounds
Skittled out for someone else`s pure aplomb, what were their cravings?
Colours capriced in mundane hearts, kisses robbed in binds

Amidst her tender breasts was my bed, every her avatar confiscating jealousy as friends
In echelon of moments so cruel, an annoying thorn of roses, an indulgence in harrowings,
A madrigal´s motley through the winds

Over and over frailties danced with rage, soddened, her last wave reminds
Sunken heart, moribund split, absolute reticence in aftermath, attractions all in abstainings,
Colours capriced in mundane hearts, kisses robbed in binds

Her flesh pounded apart for pleasure, a memento for eternal furlough as all behinds
in agony, in ecstasy a heart`s beschrew as blandishments crept on shovings
A madrigal´s motley through the winds
Colours capriced in mundane hearts, kisses robbed in binds