Like a beast when yanked in all directions
It crashes to the ground on the block
To suffer the spectacle of her gory demise
Her drowning in the gory gush of her own
No matter the vessel carried often the treasures
Now it scuttles alone and empty in a storm
With the intruding water that gurgles inside
It wipes the word of dreamy soul scribbled within
After many a thoughtful hour and sigh
Even the ink that lent herself for the word
Now betrays the sail that promised a horizon
When scribbled upon in a vacation noon
The flesh is torn like a paper as the beast
Is abandoned in storm with a capsized life
The vows of a horizon are wiped down the drain.
Rishikesh
12.10 hrs
2357
27.6.26
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