The Frowns Of The Horizon Poem by Santosh Misra

THE FROWNS OF THE HORIZON

It is neither strange
Nor is it an aroma of any bizarre behaviour
That I smile in my dreams ina deep shy
In the absolute darkness of the night
But do tremble with despair
Asfear of loosing starts dominating
With rising of the Sun in the east.

I agitate,
Jerk with violence
To see a desolate world beyond my window panes
I gaze in my trances.

The Horizon scowls at me
I feel the warmth of irritation in coherence with time.
Yet I fail to conceive
That you were a cognition
Far away from my reach and belief.

The aged Sun consoles me
Keeps me away
From the frowns of the Horizon
And pats my back.

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