This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 36; the thirty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is “and then there were none”
The big haversack, rugged ,messy, mucky ,in shreds
agog for his per diem sojourn…
To gaze the flocks of colorful feathers,
to chase the on-road fellow riders.
Rows of dahlias and poppies,
lurking from balconies hails him..
He is enthralled and stupefied,
suddenly the brakes are applied..
jumping and bumping, now, on a shoulder- ride
A second slipped ,a familiar stroke he sipped
Aah!! it was the only one, the last one ,one last letter
and that too is now delivered..
Oh!! it left me empty ,it left me devoid
..and then there were none ,he ogled inside,
Hundreds of strokes flipped in his mind ,
Zillions of expressions did unwind,
dubious ,subtle,dialated eyes ,cheeks puffed up,
he captured those winks of triumph and cheer..
even the spells of grief and despair..
How wondrous he found himself , he carries so many mysteries around,
he escorts in, memories,colored ,hued
strings in, sometimes, what you just mused..
plays hopscotch ,runs,rides and comes to you across the miles
spine tingling he is ,together with him, rides both, the tears and the smiles…
Isn’t this a miracle ??
It comes from within the postman’s haversack magical …
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