cyriac maliakkal

He had laid and slept with snuggled
the skull,bones and guns.
A clock had put on the table to scroll
his eschatological time and his
last animations.
Length of scroll longed more and more.
He was a noble man he kept bible
and he snuggled with it.
He had hidden by the flocks of skulls.
Gold and silver shattered around the
It shone but it was gleam
The garlands and rosary was 
collateral to him.
There had a portrait of women and
flock of flowers 
He was not clear enough to count
and pass out from his material life.
Wisdom had lost from him.
He had sunken in external
phosphoresce, and he could not
see his inner shines.
It was fascinated me and it's not 
fascinated me better.
An extreme picture of my own.
The dream was came to potrait.
The scroll was flagged upon the
hand of the messenger.
It did not cried nor smiled.
  • Author: cyriac maliakkal (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 29th, 2023 01:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem's inspiration has got from the Madrid painter Antonio de Peredas. From his work "The dream of the knight".
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  • L. B. Mek

    a lovely title, and
    your detailed words
    that detailed painting
    thanks for sharing

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