Reshma Ramesh - Moth To A Lit Candle

In the palanquin of Illusions
Humble Love passed by,
Holding the lantern the Four
Bearers, the four brothers,
Trust, Tears, Betrayal and Sorrow
Stepped softly on the grass
Green like the parrot's feather
With envy for the daughter of beauty
Who sat in the lap of Astrid,
Hair in plaits, tied with gold ribbons,
She gazed intently at the sky blue,
Blue like her lips cold, in a rush
She lifts her silver gown
Dropped her jeweled crown
She sailed away from the world
Towards the shore, shore of love,
Paddled with rapid strokes
Red her hands she stopped
The four brothers, Trust,
Joy, Compassion and Devotion
Four bearers of palanquin,
She seeks to be Love's love
With nothing but a promise
Of a moth to a lit candle

(Sequel to the poem 'A MOTH’S PROMISE' by poet jathin aka jesuzz)

Reshma Ramesh

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