Lost In The Wake
A newspaper lying on the ground
Titled – “A teenager goes missing…
Missing by fate or missing by choice?”,
An enraged breeze transits the newspaper up
Above and lands it under the feet of
A nomad on a nomad-land. He stomps on it.
A rucksack on his back, rain pouring down,
Entering through the fabric and flooding
The outfits of his long-long journey ahead.
The golden hour had lured him in
To accept the pour from above and keep going.
He was a million miles away from home,
But his mind still had an eye towards home.
The road ahead was aligned by goats and the
Master goatherd leading his team afloat.
Gradually, the pour receded to droplets
And the clouds revealed themselves with
The hidden colour palette of the enormous sky.
Beside was a lake turning orange.
All of their eyes were driven towards the
Metamorphosis of the analogous colours
Of an afterglow, so enigmatically obscure,
And highlighted by a stroke of vibgyor.
His wandering legs seemed at cease.
He’d found serenity by serendipity.
For a moment there, he lost himself.
A long-lost boy, lost in the wake.
Manish Singh Rajput
Sun 12th Mar 2023 15:23
Your reviews and comments keep me motivated, and helps me write more of what I think I'm capable of. Thank you for the read and kind words Keith.
Sun 12th Mar 2023 14:00
A poem with a mystical quality which is rich in imagery and highly descriptive. It requires several readings for its significance to settle within. It has left me to ponder on a number of things.
Thank you for this
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