At A Loss

This drop makes a blot inside Lost past that throb itself A lazy gust lifts somewhere Disastrous plot of life unknown Once the sovereign of a system Dictator of breeze its way Pampered by a mighty hand Cheerful than a pearl in shell Abundant hopes that drift its way Converted part that mourn itself On the wings of a loss inside A detached leaf of wood beside Life may mired down in awhile Life may burn in next sunshine Drift of life feel in senses Desperate life floats worthless A detached life is painful always Always grieve inside aimless Loiter in the yard of losses In search of a past revamp itself! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved