Her frail smile now was beaming a myriad
colors, adorned by a million drops of sweat.
Twinkling were their eyes gazing her,as the
silvery baubles on her cheeks mirrored them.
Cherubic were the triplets,the folks said and
blooming every soul with their pristine lush.
Mimicking the dulcet chirps and chuckling,
cocooned they were in the warmth of love .
Seasons flew in and out, the then flimsy souls
now were inebriated by the musical romance
Coughing clouds and swooping winds enticed
them and marked their odyssey into the wild.
..............The music of the choirs.................
Behold O brothers, this is the day, for turning
a myth into reality,vigorous was he, the eldest.
The song of theirs spurred the chords of the
clouds, wetting the parched lips of the glade.
Welcomed were they into the pallid arms of the
dying woods, and jousted for the not so lucky.
The musical sons, they were titled, and as they
rode, bagged envious fumes and bitter derisions.
............Destiny had a silent song for them............
Seduced by the noxious pride, oblivious they were
of the cursed gambit; envied souls masqueraded
as dear pals weaved a maze of spiteful scorns, as
the bros crafted loathsome castles around them.
Humiliated they were at the coldness, buried deep
were their hopes of reviving their love; masking in
the bitter lie,forever separated they decided to stay,
Turning the myth-turned-reality back into a myth.
P.S: This is the story of triplets who were blessed with the certain powers and wanted to do good to the society but failed in their attempt.
Anusha
Sway to the life's tunes with hope
colors, adorned by a million drops of sweat.
Twinkling were their eyes gazing her,as the
silvery baubles on her cheeks mirrored them.
Cherubic were the triplets,the folks said and
blooming every soul with their pristine lush.
Mimicking the dulcet chirps and chuckling,
cocooned they were in the warmth of love .
Seasons flew in and out, the then flimsy souls
now were inebriated by the musical romance
Coughing clouds and swooping winds enticed
them and marked their odyssey into the wild.
..............The music of the choirs.................
Behold O brothers, this is the day, for turning
a myth into reality,vigorous was he, the eldest.
The song of theirs spurred the chords of the
clouds, wetting the parched lips of the glade.
Welcomed were they into the pallid arms of the
dying woods, and jousted for the not so lucky.
The musical sons, they were titled, and as they
rode, bagged envious fumes and bitter derisions.
............Destiny had a silent song for them............
Seduced by the noxious pride, oblivious they were
of the cursed gambit; envied souls masqueraded
as dear pals weaved a maze of spiteful scorns, as
the bros crafted loathsome castles around them.
Humiliated they were at the coldness, buried deep
were their hopes of reviving their love; masking in
the bitter lie,forever separated they decided to stay,
Turning the myth-turned-reality back into a myth.
P.S: This is the story of triplets who were blessed with the certain powers and wanted to do good to the society but failed in their attempt.
Anusha
Sway to the life's tunes with hope
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