Conciliation of strangeness 

I, for one, have many times
Seen the strange shores talk
In their sleep deprived states
Of the waters that have shone

I have taken the wayward road
To the land stirring with voices
And in their passing, they have talked
Of the dreams that vouched for some sense sanity

In the legless race, I have won
The battles that have only begun
Botched and half baked truth
And a noise that mutes the flute

With harsh hums and some sudden mums
Of record ragged
Have made me choose
Another wish instead of a life I chose

How come the daffodil’s thought remind me of innocence?
They have been numb
Since their last affair with the supple rain
Yet have the fragrance

I have foregone madness
Finally, at peace with this rage
Dressed as a clown, asking for the crown
Of the strangeness in all its eminence

© Prateek Joshi and WordPress, 2017

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