A feral mourner catches sight of his bliss,
With ardour he reaches out to it,
Aglow with lies it responds with a gentle kiss.
Pleading justice yet the world judges amiss.
He arrives at the mountain, of regret,
A feral mourner catches sight of his bliss.
A wicked reality, it is.
A life of love, its warmth turned to threat,
Aglow with lies it responds with a gentle kiss
The mourner wishes to seek justice,
Adjourn this curse,
he frets.
A feral mourner catches sight of his bliss
Unknown amongst the known is mourner’s remiss.
His mourned son now rests easy, yet the mourner protests.
Aglow with lies it responds with a gentle kiss.
The tired mourner now lay and reminisces,
A faint whisper – the voice is unfit.
A feral mourner catches sight of his bliss,
Aglow with lies it responds with a gentle kiss.
Prakhar Sharma was born and brought up in India. He currently resides in Dehradun, Uttarakhand. His work has appeared in various anthologies and he is a certified co-author under Penbrew publishers; currently pursuing Mechanical Engineering from Vellore Institute of technology.
Nicely penned. Beautiful expression. Thank you