Dust To A Vacuum Poem by Sourav Ghosh

A sudden gust of wind!
Left unguarded and rootless, I did stray,
As a wisp of dust, in whirls, I swayed,
Embraced by the vacuum's hungry dismay.

'Do I dare' anchoring anymore
on the rubble's crest?
Each grating passage... a whisper:
'Burden, flee'.

Each weary night passes with
guilt-compassionate insomnia and
the sobbing sky's silent protest,
Ah! Melody wanes, as life withers.
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As dust succumbs to the vacuum's chase,
and bees to honey's sweet embrace,
Stars to the night's endless expanse,
I find a root in your melody's trance.