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"Mes de los Muertos"


By Megha Sood


The raging bitterness of sun and moon
a constant tirade,
till the time eternal
who could ever think that
the days and nights of our life
is a mere result of a
lover's tiff

The turning over of seasons
the lexicons of earth and wind
rolling away of summer
in the deep embrace of
vibrant autumn
with winters gently melting down
the skin of forgiving spring
who could have thought that the turning over of
seasons are a mere result of
embrace and sweet surrender

The gathering over of million streams and rivers
gushing over the love for the ocean
quietly giving in
fragrant like the musk deer
covering thousands of miles
doused in the sacred peace of unison
giggling her way
like the contours of a love song
losing its own identity
who could have thought that
the birth of our oceans
are a result of heartening sacrifice.

Article © Megha Sood. All rights reserved.
Published on 2018-10-22
Image(s) are public domain.
6 Reader Comments
Megha Sood
06:16:26 PM
Thanks so much featuring my poem.So thankful to the editor.
Walt Page
09:28:02 PM
Results are the reason. Beautiful poetry dear Megha. I love this! Congratulations!!
Jaya Singh
10:10:28 PM
This is profoundly beautiful.
Jaya Avendel
04:35:16 PM
I love the opening lines of the poem.
07:30:59 AM
The way you depicted nature and their existence is beyond beautiful
11:24:36 AM
Thanks, everyone for leaving such kind response for my poem. Always appreciate your time.
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