Story of a Gloomy Dusk

by

© Fatheek Aboobucker


The claypot filled of me

as words unadorned,
Paints the fragrance of this very dusk 
on the inner wall
An alleyway furcated of unknown
Enlarged as adjoin-able in me the self,
Writes the note of this very dusk 
"Path is the destiny"

Then 
through the scars of decayed window 
Bursts as light
The great word 
Imperishably coloured
of thee