By

Hillol Ray

A breathless hush woke me up from my dream,

Roaring over a roar I had in my Bedouin head-

And a selfish hope, I needed to scope out fast,

Went to hide in silence below my sunlit bed!

Without a word and within a groan, I turned left,

But my hands wanted to sweep the pallid Earth-

As piles of mental dust since civilization heaved,

And obscurely thwarted our lives from the mirth!

The chapters of my life now graciously turn,

To the readers, who govern mv poetic heart-

And to those who care greatly to serve God,

Beneath the hymns under the renaissance art!

Lights out of the nights continue to flash, I see,

And my quill of peace steers the Mandela touch-

While pride of humanity retains fame and glory,

Before the second thought says: Thanks, as such!

Riding at dawn and riding in dusk, alone, all my life,

My moped recalls mileage travelled on verdant path-

When the dusty roads and the desert sands waived at me

To say Hi and smell a rose before equating a life’s math!

The river of death often seems to call me home,

As it has cunningly brimmed its sunken shore-

And I, the scribbler, meditate beside a honey-suckle hedge,

To hear whispers: Carry on Bravo and achieve some more!!

“Milestone”

April 29, 2024

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