Worth the Wait

By Azmin A   

The heavy downpour set,
Beats and his breath resonate.
Blanket of knitted silvery yarn-
Bowering a demolished fire
With the fleet he couldn’t send!
Ripples stroking a conceiving soil,
Parking thrusts.
Defeating a segregation-
Was the transient touch
Of dark clouds and thirsty muck!
Tales of fragrance and tastes,
Of her black lashes and beauty.
Adorning the darkness –
Scribbled in preserved language
Casting a veil of sheer divineness!

Eastern hills fired in orange,
Eyes near the hearth reflects.
White clouds move the pall; dissolve stars-
Barging into planets
Letting tugging amulets break!
Yet; the course of all beginnings,
From a leftover shower
Leaves coolness in their souls-
With bright little streams
Merging into a single destination!

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