A Strange World

A Strange World

Abandoned in a strange world,
So far away from home,
Desperately was I clinging
To the crumbling edge
     Of a desolate cliff
With the final vestiges
     Of trembling strength
In my slipping fingertips.

Countless visions of inevitable doom
Flashed before my racing mind’s
     Dread-filled eye.
Nowhere was there even a faint
Of hope’s radiant face
In that abysmal darkness.

Unable to sustain the
     Excruciating effort any longer,
With an almost welcoming sense
     of relief,
I finally let go…
Only to float as light as a feather
Across sun-drenched
     Elyssian fields and forests
In blissful tranquility.

– Pulak Viscardi.


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