Eyes Of A Bard Poem by Abhay Vignesh Liginlal

Look into the eyes of this bard O world
It burns with the fire of hope
Brood in the span of a 100 years
She still will be a distant dream

Gone are those days when she used to reply
There is no more tear or laughter in life
Shed this burden of love O heart
And bind yourself to a divine tryst

Bless those days when replies came fluttering
But never will I curse that day which I cherish today
Before which the book of life was blank

Let me pass my days
In the madness of this love
As a wild flower in her harsh dreams
Let me be a thorn on the stem
Of the rose that she is, forever
The dropp of dew on her surface will fade.