Lost - Poem by malini kadir
Lost in the swirl of Eddie current,
Mild as dew, mist or just the way ward drop
Born to inspire thirst or quench errant?
Dismal at the turn of event; shall remain to crop?
Green or simply Mango sweet, mellow and yellow?
The winds calling the tune of dance
A mere dancing willow
Shades mufti-color; at a glance
The effect of the brilliant Sun
I so oft in my shyness shun!
It was a war; as if of good and evil
As if it was a war fare civil
Elite minds in table conference to dwindle
The world is bold and it does in Sun's glare shrivel
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