ANEW
Copyright © SHRAVANI MUKHERJEE
Inks all dry in the fountain
Words hiding in Pandorian box
Like the autumn leaves in dust
Ivory sheets are yellowed with rust
The Poems no more rhyme....
Paints all hard and stoned
Brushes sans lustre and grace
No scene worthy of frame
Canvass has turned dull grey
The Colors no more vibe....
The strings are out of chord
Woods all damp and cold
Locked inside the leather case
My guitar's in a ghouly mess
The Music no more soothes....
The journey has many fold pace
About the meanders i have no clue
Transcending to another phase
But i find no you
Passe old ownself, this is me anew!
