Lost Echo Poem by ramesh rai

Resonance of my last echo
lost somewhere leaving me dreary;
the echo, resonated in my breath
days and nights; inspired me
for creation of new madrigal
symohony is smouched by evil spirit.

How i will spend my spring
with my dreary dreary dreams;
when cuckoo will ask me to lend
what shall i answer, how I'll mess
with my fragile aspiration
that is burnt into ashes.

Resonance of my last echo
is lost somewhere like
Supernova lost its celestial path
obfuscating the entire creation.

My last echo is engrossed
in the eternal attire from where
no device can bring it out.