Presentiment …. by Punam
She sat in rapt attention
at the open air midnight soiree
enthralled by the elegance
of the lyrical verse flowing
from the mystic poet’s lips
bathing her parched soul
with a longing so intense!
when his ballad spoke of
death and parting
it creased her delicate brow
and for a heart-stopping moment
she was awash
with a feeling of deja vu
as if listening to her own
obituary, many moons ago
when the amethyst sky was suffused
with a million celestial bodies
yet the eerie cawing of corvids could be heard
as her soul had ascended the heavens!
shuddering involuntarily
she came back to the present
was it a dream, a nightmare
or a premonition
of the tragedies to befall!
she yearned for days of tranquility
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Don’t we all wonder sometimes how great life was when it was simple? But none of us are ready to give up our artificiality.
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