Imperfection
- Tesrin Afzal
- Feb 19, 2016
- 1 min read
The flute plays a distant melody…
It throbs with secret intensity…
Fusing with the mind and body…
Swaying and crying with each breathe…
Vague thoughts form connecting the dots…
Rushing through the cavernous darkness…
Halting abruptly at a turn…
The darkness explodes into pieces…
A poet cries… falling from grace…
Lost in insecurity…
An easy ploy to fabricate…
An imaginary world…
The essence… known or alone…
The failure for humanity’s impression…
A sage’s cry for lost thoughts…
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