Tragic Tryst




Soil:the daughter of downs


loved the prince of hieghts:Soul.
Spring saw,came and dressed the
the virgin soil.
She blushed on her beauty.
Beloved began dance round and round
Day and Night came to bow around.
Father Sun became glee,gave
the blessings of shine.
Prince followed the lovely winks,
came and clasped her with sound kiss.
They made tryst;
in service of water,wind and air under the sky.
With zenith eyes and downwards feet,
be on ground,spreading arms for sky
Man takes birth.
Poor Man from destiny is bound to hang between up and downs.

#Shreesh Pathak Prakhar
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