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Solitude was a Eulogy.

September 8, 2021
By Adrika_15 SILVER, Midnapur West, Other
Adrika_15 SILVER, Midnapur West, Other
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Favorite Quote:
No one told us, that love is a garden,
We just simply started believing that spring is beautiful

And, when I perched upon the twilight,
November came as my kindred spirit.
Solitude swirled in the clouds-
with crimson sunsets, the sea's unsaid hymns,
silver pines, parting a goodbye, all those
birds who couldn't return home, and those fiendish
curse, the dark winds whispered.
I was one among them,
trying to write my unsung verses,
trying to be the boat in the river of solitude.

And, when the violets sit on my hair like amethyst,
I sing in solitude, my hope buried in a tombstone.
I tasted the tangy liquid on my cheeks,
which sprinkled like the lemons.
Wait, it wasn't lemon because I didn't feel fresh.
Maybe it was tears.
Tears promising a fresh tomorrow with no mistakes.

And, when my verses forgot to count,
It became like this poem-
telling about a bee who didn't swarm
amidst apple blossoms, or the rustling peace
pretending to be my solitude.
How can you play with the wind
when it comes to you like a gale?

And, maybe we all are the prettiest
shade of a rainbow, spilling tears
for creating a rainbow-
Either by flying or perching upon months.
The dalliance of glitter and poetry
now rows the boat in the river of solitude,
and when the gale comes
I make it open my tombstone of buried hopes.

There can't be a and, anymore.
For solitude was just a eulogy,
for the hope,which I was forced to bury.

The author's comments:

This poem is inspired from the vivid world of Anne of Green Gables. The rich descriptions of P.E Island lured me to write a nature poem. I used various elements of nature to express solitude and hope. Hope you enjoy the poem.

Thank you for reading:)

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