Opposites Attract Poem by Arani DattaGupta

Rain trickled down her eyes
as she watched Misery run amok.
Tuning the blues in her pool of white
as she lugged the arduous plight.

Sat on the crest of an askew hill,
Hope outstretched her delicate arms
to cradle Misery with her sweet nothings.
Truth being too bitter, she told him glazed bluffing.

Getting entangled in a dark cloud,
Hope felt the wonders tugged inside Misery.
Against all odds, she understood bitterly
that she couldn't let go of Misery.

Time stood still as they stood together
amidst the life of haste.
In the effervescence of their blissful ignorance,
they were happy in their ephemeral limerence.

-15/07/2021