Wildflower

Despair locked my bleak beach house,
Hope asked me to take a stroll and not cower,
The smothering flame hoping I could douse,
Admist the wilderness I came across a wildflower.

A dulcet aroma its lure,
Like thunder preceeds the rain,
Its beauty oh so demure,
A captaing but I wasn't my own coxswain.

A few steps cautiously I paced,
Swaying in the sleeping currents of time,
My wildflower seemed grossly misplaced,
Ineffable, her alluring pantomime.


Through gritted teeth slipped my candour,
The fading aroma ceased our distant banter
I guess, time wasn't in my favour,
For spring turned to winter.

-Gairik Biswas