Lacuna

In the silence or in haywire,

Earnest blushed hid from eyes;

Unused trust slept in glee,

Left the marge & won no prize.

There were no more than two feet,

Rested sojourned or nights boarded,

Wherein Ambush or in Bliss,

But no flags were put & no hoardings.

With few but not more imprints of stars,

Ardour brought through sweat or surprise;

And stains carried with plumed expressions,     

With a legacy of capacious pride :)

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2019