Monday, 2 June 2025

The endeavor

 

The long cherished dream now

Is just a breath away from mast

The warmth of her fragrance

Flares up my drenched soul

The crackle of damp desires

Sends embers upon the sand

Sensing that the shore is nigh

The vessel erupts into a twirl

That conjures up a whirlpool

Splashes brine in the naked eye

Baffled, I start to row in a frenzy

To smother the last few waves

But for long the shore eludes

Somehow I tear my burning eye

To find the shore afar on horizon

I have rowed back Into deep

The folly of blindfolded endeavor !

Rishikesh

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23.11 hrs

2.6.25


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