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AT A DUSKY ROAD :: Mirror Acrostic poem

{ This is the toughest poetic form, I have ever encountered. The rule is to write a poem where 1st and last letters of each line should read the title of the poem. To make it more challanging I kept my lines limited to ten syllables, though the last line is of seventeen syllables. I am glad that I finally managed to write a meaningful poem in this form.}




A sky, that had been spreading blue aura,
Turned violet, then black, darkness was at best.
Again thou wrote poems, thou sat with a cup of tea
Driving thy mind cart in a land, dusk clad.
Utopia of thy dreams amazed thou,
Slowly nudged thy eyes into deepest thoughts.
Knots of long strings of thoughts unfurled that dusk.
You saw gone days flashing, thy yesterday.
Ringing in thy ears, thy pasts sang a choir.
On and on thou inked thy thoughts, thy pains too.
And then thou felt the delight of nostalgia.
Dusk became night... Road of mind ended... Many words left uninked...unsaid.





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