A Century that was Lost

A poem on something which was lost some years ago. A sad poem basically.

A snap of second,
all it took
for the ink to vanish.
The calligraphy was lost
and the ink remained mummified
all over the leaf.
As the hard ink,
tries to penetrate,
that barren leaf
and a whole century is lost.

A snap of second,
all it took
as the waves of the tender brush,
swept aside the whole cravings.
The violent wind was not early,
but the red sky was too early.

The leaf was not full,
neither the ink.
There was a rhythm of time,
a noise of the whole
occupied thoughts.
In a time of only seconds,
the red sky,
blinded the lost century.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[CA Anurag Sharma]

Beautifully written ....good one

[Amulya Bhardwaj]

SUPERGOOD!!! wonderfully potrayed!!