Hey everyone this is Kunjal. I bring to you all an etheree which is a form of poem. This poem follows syllable count of 1,2,3… to 10 as the verses go on.

This has been penned in response to a prompt hosted by David. Please check it out here.

The prompt word was ‘fragment’.


Comes forth

In the hum

Ing hour- dark night.

In a daring light.

Hope-a gentle drawl comes,

 Alights before drifting eyes,

Battle fought-sword risen to fight,

End studded with red- of enemies

Of life- it fragments with nearing daylight.

There comes an end to those dreamy wins and fights.. in the scorching sunshine.


27 thoughts on “‘Hopes.’

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