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Wounded Breasts of Cloudy Sky (WBCS)

By

Hillol Ray

 

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Hopscotch of life by fate made me wander all alone always,

Along the Rio Grande Valleys of Texas, drenched with dew-

And the Smoky Mountain of Nashville, Tennessee

Loathed me well with her beauty to gnaw or chew!

Among the metamorphic rocks and tall pine trees there,

I gathered all rumors and the humors of the busy bee-

And my rides on the hot air balloons in Albuquerque

Took me closure to paradise to touch, munch and see!

 

I never like to sink, swim or rest on the laurels of this hapless life,

But the Mount Laurel has revamped my exploring mind-

And I see the smog-bound nations quarrel over their dead wreaths,

As if the agony and cacophony on them are tactfully assigned!

Moon dappled apples and the silly snowdrifts

Stare at the wounded breasts of the cloudy sky-

And at the break of dawn when the floating clouds retreat,

I walk with my lover, a quill, and the followers, the passersby!

 

 

The beauty of unstained uncanny skies mesmerizes me,

As the assaulted clouds stumble on the hill to break the wings-

And their wounded breasts start to throb

At the dawn’s own colors or mood swings!

Haunt begins for me for the song that springs from the heart,

Surrounded by the mile-long wood smoke plume-

And the dream breathes slowly at night with her glittering stars,

But descends on Earth to whisper and make the flowers bloom!!

 

“Milestone”

August 23, 2021

 

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