Hailstorm
Artistry bides time in structural doldrums
Poet broods over pathologies,
his progeny scuffles with first innocent lines
Eventuality reveals its facets --
a pair of vulnerable hands, feeble pretence
navigating through weary perturbation
As usual there is no piquant stream
marshy saplings or feathers on clean sky!
Birth-pangs lead desiccated sentiments home
The traumatic attempts showcase cliffs,
inquisitive scrutiny extricates love from blank verses
His never-happening poem
materializes itself. they levitate
even without any premonition
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