Dark frail
There, that a body stood Was it made up of a blood so good Or was it a shadow that painted Below a dimmed light that it fainted. What was it suppose to do ? Run through the peaks Or chirp amongst the farms a few Flow through the gush ahead Or lay right below a garland, just dead ! The fresh ambience rose a sudden strike And carried words too little Wrapped in goodness, the scent it carried The fine line of utter positivity unvaried Was it a messenger that landed , A message of humanity that glittered Or was it just a beam of hope A ray with miles of with a spectrum of scope Are we all dying out somewhere, And missing out the fresh air ? In the fetch of that little more , Leaving behind the doorbells, of the open door Slowly as it faded I felt like questioning why ? The pervading silence carried the noise of my footsteps And a voice , so fragile ! I swung my hand, like the pouring hail Caught in my fist , the absence of the frail ! The ‘more’ you b...