Melody

Piped dream what quiet She supposed,

Amidst crowded immeasurable chaotic roads;

Can banish all at once but wouldn’t alter traits,

Spinning around soundless just can’t fade.

Pleasure never for her burdened, but muffled,

As she doesn’t asleep, to illumine either sides;

Seasons joys spoilt, fancy no more façade,

Perceived from vacuum in dark, there’s no pride.

Emptied spirits unforeseen since inception,

Spinning once with zeal, now merely a millstone;

No part she endorses, recompense or enwreathe,

No melody whilst growing in sweet touching soul.

And how long her conscious be saved to serve?

Hymns of divine when Sphere’s foundations, laid;

But aren’t anymore to rhyme or be played,

Still brightest stars keep her away from dismay. 

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2019