The Stained GlassA Poem by Swagato SahaIn the evergreen eldorado, of blissful innocence, snowflakes, cerulean hills, Clouds eiderdown, whence rivers rinse, the towering tangerine trees, Where stardust skies, smile palled in, a kaleidoscope of dreams, In the golden dawn, the little boy set sail, across the shimmering stream. He gazed in awe, as the world blossomed, in a celestial cascade of colours, The azure waves, the emerald blades, amid blushing beds of flowers, The Summer Sun beamed, as the scarlet sky, erupted in rhapsodic song, As he soared higher, and dared to dream, while his strides grew long. Now the East Wind wails, long colourless vales, stinged by his homesick cries, While silver streaks, of smoke rings blend, amid placid, leaden skies. The flickering red, has since dwindled, into the impervious blue, As he searches the shadows, for the remnants, of the child he once knew. Echoes haunt the wintry air; in a symphony of, bittersweet memories, As he traces the final shades fade away, his fingers frail, his eyes teary, He caresses the canvas; a maze of distorted strokes, smeared with shattered dreams, Nostalgia smiles, as the grey resonates, with the grown man's frenzied screams... © 2018 Swagato SahaFeatured Review
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