Dandelion

By Shounak Sinha Ray

Floundering still   

Drowsing by the hill

From the fev’rous frosty lake, I drink my fill 

Shadowed by the trees  

Waving in the breeze 

Wild winter winds wash out parts of me 

Forsaken I moan   

Brooding alone   

I'll engrave my epitaph on your heart of stone 

Drifting all that’s mine   

A withering scion

Cold breath of love blew me like a dandelion

By Shounak Sinha Ray