Lost Love

On high ground she firmly stands 

to resist the harsh wind

Consistently looks beyond 

the churning, diabolic storm.

Life’s persistent uncertainties 

as the present, plays havoc; 

tantrum within her future goals.

Is there an end to the ongoing strife?

Question she needs to answer 

as the wind-blown, ruffled tresses; freely endorses her ebbing spirits.

Set her apart from the common herd.

Plagued by love must she 

protect the ones she loves.

Will her failing heart beats 

Infect the conscious mind?

Time is what make her whole 

she clamber’s from lost dignity persuades her inbuilt attitude 

rejuvenates her joy towards life!

Between life and death 

is a thin line

The painter manages

to underline.