Intermission
Life has never been a finished product
Nothing to revise, nothing to rectify
To feel its sweet palpability, enjoy it
To our fullest contention.
Like an age old tree adhering to
Seasonal changes of Nature as
Preprogrammed & preassigned its
Way is not; never also it goes
Playing hide & seek game of the
Gigantic sea, threatening now with
Tall, dark waves midway only
To calm down like a tamed pet
At the serpentine shore no matter
How furious, how draconic looking.
Honestly it is what we dream for
And working out the sum how tricky.
It does teach how to tear down
The strings of cobweb an innocent
Fly has been a prey to, for no fault.
It is rather flexible enough to change
The track how remote & how invisible
To release us from hard shackles of
Grief stricken poverty crippling
The soul. Who knows when & where
It be a good buddy copious enough,
Getting us the taste of nectar against
The double whammy piercing time
Ever awarding only devastation
And bubbles of fermentation.
Sparse motivation & Himalayan
Confidence to tide over the centripetal
Remorse, engulfing our deep slumbered
Willpower, surely can make us a
Visionary hermit carving out the
Depleted bout long cherished for.
And that golden moment is the
Intermission, telling the story is
Half-embraced & half told !!!
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About this poem
Life is made of both cries & smiles, only patience is required to enjoy it when it is your turn. Getting faded away with burden of pains & problems is not heroic. If today you are troubled, tomorrow may be yours day with lot of flowers blossoming in your garden. So wait & see what happens after intermission.
Written on July 22, 2022
Submitted by dpdasbabu on July 22, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AXXBXXXXCXDXXE FDXXXXXXEXXXXBBBDACCF CXX |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,331 |
Words | 239 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 14, 21, 3 |
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