Autumn Notebook Day 1 Poem ~ 'Prayer'

At around is the time of the year, I would actually want to talk of auburn tones transcending to the cooler blues and greys, the tender endurance of the night stretching itself like ends to an old blanket that unknowingly lulls you in your sleep, of love, of skies, of sorrow and of death and rebirth. 

However, as yo would guess, I barely ever have time to write anything outside assignments, study beyond academic texts and eat and sleep for entertainment purposes only. This is a poem I wrote weeks ago and unlike most of the poems that read like they were written by someone else under some weird trance, this does feel like it was written by me and I don't dislike it...yet. 

(Painting: 'Above the River' by Boris Kustodiev; Source: Pixels)

Prayer

Someday the Gods 

Upholstered against evenings

And empty skies

That engrave bottomless pits

Of afternooned windows

And circling streets

Filled with robin wings

Dragon tails lurking

In the distance

Gramophones aiding our broken alleys 

Will learn to write their prayers. 

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