Broken Melodies

Morning sun tiptoes through a dusty window sill,

Cherishing the cacophony of a fleeting day's spill,

Strutting on broken sky, on withered meadow,

Just in time to catch the slithering shadow,

Of a milky grip on fingers charred,

On pale grim walls of memories marred;

Insipid eyes see more than they can seek,

Insipid eyes a fugitive for rancour and reek;

Eyes know that day, that only love and love is all,

A pillar so pious, a pillar won't fall;

Lips like lovers meet for a touch sublime,

Lips depart from their sojourn for the first time;

And then she hears a melody of forfeited fetish,

The melody says 'MAA'

Making world relegate and the world relinquish.