All the criss-crossing pathways
rocking me unto slumber betwixt loss...
All the humming skeletons,
ghosts of the past and present premonitions,
lighting the fire of incessant slumber last...
Hath I observed a sane moment sooner,
the malady of fate, twisted and wry, Dear Lord!
But Alas! so fated was I,
that now I lose myself
in a drowning phoenix's cry...
And wet, infected it falls asleep forever...
Dies, withers, wet lump,
ashes unburnt, resurrection undone, lost...
And here I lie, lamenting the phoenix's loss...
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju
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