The Quagmire Poem by shveta sahal

The Quagmire



Let joy of sprouting of sapling withdraw sorrow of wilting of flower
Restitute depth of wound endured with peak of toil greased
Is angst of the benefactor elevated than chagrin of recipient?
Glory of deeds well done to compunction of evil committed
Sagacity of servility of waves to despotism of callous rocks
Inclination of the sunflower and declination of the stream
Mirth of a casual schmooze with opulence of smile shared
Circle of ephemeral life with triangle of faltering ménage

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Shveta Sahal 17 June 2013

Thanks for the encouraging words @ Tiku, Babatunde Aremu and Gajanan Mishra.

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Anil Kumar Panda 17 June 2013

rich with beautiful words this is a nice poem.liked it.

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Babatunde Aremu 17 June 2013

Nice write. Life is ephemeral and cyclical. I agree totally. Well done

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Gajanan Mishra 17 June 2013

circle of ephemeral life, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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