From the
infancy as I rose,
Ephemeral
turbulence shook me hard,
The truest of
fatherly love I didn’t garner,
Yet the
almighty disguised as my mom,
To lighten
the burden of dearly loss
Showering
with the light of the new dawn.
Fate envied
our joy and ecstasy,
And ailments
broke our wealth of tenderness.
Ruined
further, the family of innocence,
When icily, a
sibling laid numb in cruelty’s hand.
Goddess in a
sisterly disguise, dispersed our doomed despair,
Yet again,
gleaming us with the rays of new dawn.
In the states
of chaos as I struck,
In solitude
as I stroll the paths of confusion,
I miss not
the blessings of almighty
But the words
of aging mom and caring sister,
“Not to
follow the paths of evil but the righteous one”
For your
words are the true blessings for my new dawn.
Great poem, bro.! Hope you are doing fine. Keep writing.
ReplyDeleteNice poem, sir!
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by and for your compliments, Langa and Sangay. :)
ReplyDeleteThe miseries that we are plunged into are not an end for it's just a beginning, as you say, the dawn of new hope.And yet the losses we encounter are excruciating but God always sends one to compensate it. Nice poem...
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