Heart Of Stone ~Pradeep Shenoy

[ënagualí~ᏉLAᗪἇ ኔጡ።]

ೋ..A HEART OF STONE..ೋ

He stumbled into a garden - sunny, with swarming dragonflies,

In utmost rapt attention - the twirling butterflies inside

The vivid lilies, roses with the squirrels together signaled

That a heavy gush of elation was to yet again stream high

 

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He doubted long his hunches and waited long inside

For the garden to truly settle, for the butterflies to reside

Silently, patiently, he stayed with the honeybees and queer skies -

He was looking for traces of dew amongst a murky, bitter paradise

 

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Amid convincing fancies, gentle, and clashing versions of the eye

He sailed on such excitement - baffled, desperate to spot a tie.

His wishes, hopes and joy swung now on a blurry fate to decide:

Would the garden be a welcome home or stage a solemn regicide?

 

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He was tripped, he was tried, he got tossed and he cried:

"Is it really lush, or has the green grass long dried!"

In faith, in hope had he long lost the King, now left to hone -

The heaps of dust, the rusted leaves and the sordid heart of stone.

~Pradeep Shenoy

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