I Will Never Abandon You

Within the tough walls of the castle,
lives a broken soul,

loved by none and no one to applaud.

Weird ways of this world,
wither his heart,

harsh words pierce like dart.

Winter 's chill is here forever,

dry emotions leave never.

Detested by others, he hides,

nobody to walk beside.

But, I know how gentle you are inside,

tender feelings deep in you reside.

An ocean of love you hold,

filled with purity of gold.

No matter what the world says,

you are here to stay.

Let me hold your hand,

to make a promise ,

that,

I will never abandon you.

The Scent of Water: Decuain

Nature’s ceaseless sequence of life and death,

relishing rebirth, grief, joy, loss, glum,

goes on smoothly with each and every  breath.

Like a gentle song of the wind to hum,

to atrocities  never it succumbs.

The scent of water nurtures this bud,

deep within from heart’s ocean it comes,

engulfing the soul in its vast flood.

Whole body, bones, cells, tissues, flesh, blood,

flow back to their motherly earthen mud.

Fresh whiff of warm celestial heavenly breeze,

and some good, useful extraordinary deeds,

melt the painful past and stiff karmic freeze.

Leaving behind the sun, moon, stars, greed,

moving ahead, except love nothing to need,

a renewed soul emerges from the ground,

demands only emotions to feed.

Onto a new enriching journey, it’s bound,

faith, prayers, devotion will again resound

the nature’s cycle goes round and round.

  

The Decuain (pronounced deck•won), created by Shelley A. Cephas, is a short poem made up of 10 lines, which can be written on any subject. 10 syllables per line, written in iambic pentameter.

There are 3 set choices of rhyme scheme:

ababbcbcaa, ababbcbcbb, or ababbcbcc