A bright day
A bright beginning
Spawning dawn
Opening eyes to
Brilliance of the sun
Waving white flag
Withdrawing itself from the green
Waving in all its glory of today
In the blazing sun
With all its might
Rising above – fluttering high
Persevering its bright glory
Intense in its gentleness
The sound of that silence
That moment of freeze
I see not the flutter
But hear it quaver- coil- pulsate
Swaying of the green interrupted
By what she heard not saw
Dead air that pierced in
Not merely touched
A branch unnoticed
Now no more her part
For it is what made the mast
Mast of the fluttering glory
Intrinsic serenity
Underlying solace
Floating unperturbed
Deep in the obscurity
Erupted with clamor
Shaking the flutter
Terminating sway of the green
Blazing sun in full rage
Winds shall still continue to blow
The sun shine
Dawn would still spawn
The flag would flutter with all its might
And green continue swaying
The missing link
Does it exist….?
The time shall see
Or
Would time reveal?
