Respite

RESPITE

-Utkarsh Sharma

1.       A bird,

I saw upon a tree.

The tree I lost in a spree

Of promises I need

To keep; and kept walking away.

2.       A smile,

I saw upon a face.

The face I lost in space

And fell from my own grace.

Oh please can I go astray?

3.       For I,

Once want to be amazed,

Force the pedal of the brakes

And loose some pace.

Maybe I will someday.

On my way to a graveyard                                                                         Resembling Ulysses