A floret tumbler…
Of the glass and the
crystal-
One of her mighty possession-
Stood on the shelf-
Glorious…
Her eyes on it-
Many stories to unwind-
With those winding
creepers-
On it’s wall…
Its lining-
The memoirs of
yesteryear…
She touched-
The feel of being
cared…
She wiped-
The dust of dreary
days…
And she held-
A reflection that
smiled…
A proud possession…
An euphoria to relish!
Alas!
The gush of wicked
wind-
Smashed it on the
floor,
The scattered
fragments…
She is lost-
And lost what she had-
Her possession…
Desolated…
An ambiance- so
melancholy…
A floret tumbler,
hence,
Ousted by the bud
vase…
The lining so
different-
Revamped from heaven-
She thought…
A dislodged cheer-
A supplanted feeling…
A new story to begin
with-
And a new possession
to feel-
Proud of...
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
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