Grief Poem by yamini peethambaran

Aeon I stood by the moor
Relishing thoughts as aperitif
Apprehending the adroit destiny
The silent bourn appeasing.
Affable she stood as I drew near
Bemoan stood the dear ones
The white clad swiveled
Abnegate she lay as the fire leapt up.
Crickets yelled acrid, the thin flakes-
Of sand their aplomb.
Besieged by thousand queries
I searched deep in vain.
Worn out eyes sparkled
The dancing flames, berating crowd
Was it a flicker that made me behold her?
Abash she plunged to my soul
Effluent emotions now astringed.
Drizzles adorn her cheeks
Elegant she stood amidst the clan
Her steps now firm, words dulcet
As duchess of fortress she strode away.
New horizon beaming on her
She set her journey
Winding up the roads with a smile
Glimpse of life, she nay before portrayed!