The conflict

 

A speck of vapor swirls upon douzed embers

While a flame had once crackled beside

The constricted bend that splattered

The truant drops from a gushing  brook

But now they overhang the lively vale 

Pent up within the grey strands in sky

Their breath swoops to caress the ashes

That smoulder upon a demised  pyre

Lit once along a brook that splattered

On the flame of life somewhere within 

The conflict ends with no side to rejoice

Though sometimes the thoughts precipitate

The drops descend  not in the gushing brook 

But in the vale to ooze out now and then

Amidst the constricted bends of sight.

Enroute Mumbai

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