Pole star

I Can See The Pole Star

by S B Ray on March 24.  © S B Ray, All rights reserved

A bestowal by providence
not betoken,
or foreseen,
nor any aura been,
called a breathing consequence-
the life.

An ominous endowment,
luck-begotten,
smitten with,
the fate preordained
peril and the pain of
walking the edge of a knife.

As so often endowed with:
the night of nightmares,
the darkness in the day,
with hopes piled on hopes-
a tempest painted in subversion
with the melee of strife.

Sought yet not come true:
some peace,
solace of some kind,
a strain of a flute in solitude,
lilting in from afar,a music serene,
in the quietude of a tranquil life.

Yet,unabated  hopes all live for ever,
for ever breath fills the breasts unabated,
unabated eyes see the world for ever,
for ever all hearts beat unabated.
To unveil the charm of life well alive,
lives the promise of a ceaseless strife.

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