Swan Song

Ripples of hopes, dreams and life

Form and fade; my thoughts at strife.

But tranquilly I float on the blue tides,

To collect some moments to boost my vanishing light.

The long winter looms to take over the water

And freeze it – emotionless; Will it morn my departure?

The night chills, memoir of this haughty swan

That was once an ugly duckling - forlorn.

My world was this lake serene

The other side of this bridge still lays unseen

Wish I had some more days to stall

And just see the auburn aura, sweep again, next fall

Some last notes of my song remain,

But my heart pleads to rewind the whole tune again.

I fade to nothingness with the dead harp of death,

Yet rendition of my last song reverberates the lost notes of faith.

-Vaisakhi Mishra