Napowrimo Day-3
April 3, 2020
The breath of idyllic breeze creeps with cue
Knitting the warps of heart’s unspoken symphony due
The breath of idyllic breeze creeps with cue
Knitting the warps of heart’s unspoken symphony due
reflecting treasured shell of joys, celebrations and marital hue.
Five decades of wedlock in harmony and glee
tinges of grey arguments melted in the communion of “We”
“I” died under the canopy of that magical love tree.
The sizzling aroma of neem flower rasam in tantalizing fragrance
trickling the camaraderie of divine incense
silhouette melodies of yesteryear in salient resilience.
The octogenarian Iron Lady swings in elation on her rickety chair—-
her possessed antiquity of cascades of years fairly rare
hovering embedded memories in sublime grandeur.
Shimmering reminisces of her husband late
in unabated solitude she beats the doldrums of melancholy to date
the placid heart enjoying the trance of self-hood in reverie of her dear mate.
April 3, 2020
NaPoWriMo Da-3 writing prompt using rhyme
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