Rear Story Poem by SALINI NAIR

Snowy evening that deserted
A loll of loss pronged
Stand to mend the refrain of loss
Lament chasing the quill
It flies and tends to infinite
Not able to fix or wanderer always
Spontaneous thoughts measure the fret
A spark to refrain
Spurious answers melancholic in nature
Slot of hope that never expect
Alarm that loll to loss
Sudden spin that break silence
Prevail to master the lost
Ran with the vigor born inside
Point where victory smile
Real passion never fails
Hold for a while
But reach accomplishment

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