Abyss Of Life - Poem by Dhruv Dikshit
A bird flying high in the sky,
Always the tail shows the way,
The result of a fascinating brain.
The tail does not move,
Not a part shows the way,
Through the dreadful breeze of the “Abyss of Life”.
Rain comes and washes out,
And the water seeps down the ground,
It’s just a matter of time.
But the time just ain’t enough,
Drowning all the way through,
As it won’t seep in the “Abyss of Life”.
The paper burns continuously,
Like moments passing by,
Only moves faster in time,
Making it much easier.
Mostly the ashes are blown in the wind,
But won’t blow in the “Abyss of Life”.
Love grooms as the rose blooms,
Only when taken care of,
Minute by minute, hour by hour.
Reflection of a dead rose in the mirror,
First thing in the morning,
Last thing at night in the “Abyss of Life”.
Picturesque photos of beauty,
Developed by the hands of perfection,
Gives the heart a leap.
The photos do not exist yet,
Only the negatives are found,
In the developing “Abyss of Life”.
Train from junction to junction,
This knows at the start,
When and where to end.
But the wheels start to move,
Towards an unpredictable end,
Fearing all the way through in “Abyss of Life”.
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