Kismet Flows

My world is sprung 

like hot water wrung

black skies, black road

a demonic blessing bestowed

bitter-more sweet

my kismet flows

pearl in creeks

mucky of dead Greeks

The Vardar blows away

mine ethos' gem

to one far away

One I ghost within 

crackled lustre became

my solitaire esse

and my wit belittled

Cimmerian became pearl

and bitter-more sweet

my kismet flows.

PRANATI PATHAK 

24.07.2023

15:05