by Nisha Prince

Oh! A shilly-shally puzzle it is
an oracle's unfulfilled prophecy
a snarl of vagrant kind it is.
A riddle quite hazy to resolve.
May the impending morrows,
untangle this weird rune.
May the tale bearer blurt out
the augury of my future.
Can it be a mirth or gloom?
The all knowing superior deity
laughs at my uncanny anxiety.

Click here to post comments

Join in and write your own page! It's easy to do. How? Simply click here to return to Submit a Poem.


Search Here for Poetry

Click here if you love us! Follow Me on Pinterest