One Day More To Live On'

By Niharika Goswami

The shadows curved, through

the old avenue, tattered

cold and rustic.

A new-found leaf,

wooing a scholar, in the

midday autumn wind.

One, two, three…

Again rolling behind the

luster of old green,

counting on one’s forfeit

to redeem the souvenir

brought by the peachy lover.

Days reflected ,

as the author strikes the

soul of a smitten lord,

still playing in squad

on the crippled chess board,

crooning with the larks

warbling behind the trees

in harmony.

Later grown infant has

still a canny youth to bargain with.

It’s a long and gracious poem,

knitted with sullen rain

and crispy day,

with silver tassels

hanging by the window pane.

Loosing a hope

to be born afresh and pursue

the will, purchased with a

tantalizing fruit, to chew upon.

Timeworn batches of trees

in the peerless court of dreamers,

evergreen as long as the sun shines.

All the myths, if mean something..

there is more to it.

Thousand steps yet to be explored

as the halo of the hero

remains the same.

Tomorrow is yet to arrive,

bitter or bewitched,

man has it’s bottom line,

to carry the fruit, once it’s ripe.

By Niharika Goswami