BURST UP & BLOSSOM

By G BHARGAV

A heap of horror

like a fury cloud holding

the treasure of presence

all this time

threatening to blow up all over

if not heard its own dear tale.

Giving a second to listen

to its story of stab and scar,

of all and me,

Of people of years left in a day

and of days not leaving for years.

Each detail, date and delay,

giving heed to its need.

to make it the end game and fall.

Then the cloud burst up

and it's all blossom.

By G BHARGAV