Poetry

As aurora spreads her influence lazily
across the scattered skies
she hatches first
the wingless flicker of hope
breaking free from the throes of dusk
that bears heavily upon the straws
that shields despondency
from waning hearts

she perches coyly
on this caked art of clay
casting a mirage
upon her tar-less back
with sun scorched patterns
like the fading presence of a rainbow

she is not like the city of heaven
paved with bars of fine gold
or sicily, tarred with crispy bitumen
but she also bears the dream
within the enclave of her bossom
the dream of different shades
and shapes of forging forms
amidst the victims and victors
of life's raging storms

in her unfettered generosity
she opens up the endless doors of hope
even the dream
bids her no farewells or adulations
but in her forgiving endurance
morphs fortuity, a certainty

she desparately adorns the garters of hope
around her failing loins
craving that one auspicious day
within the hustle and bustle of busy minds
she can be given a name
a name to fame

even a city hopes
and dreams that someday
she too would find a setting
amidst life's slopes.