13 May 2020

Palanquin Of Thoughts

I place myself

on the palanquin

of thoughts

over the shoulders

of solitude each day

taking me through

the silent woods

across the jingling spring

emerging from its heart

to the faraway grasslands

secluded from

the hustling spaces

towards the sky

of the autumn clouds

then to the palely lit crescent

where I drop in dismay

gazing the besieged planet

blazing in war

its bleeding boundaries

pleading for a salve –

the scenes unfold

like the hues splattered

against the blue

as I watch in despise

this harrowing view.

© Nazneen Kachwala

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