Manifesting Epics Poem by Soumili Karmakar

I found a way without despairing,
Faced reality with eyes longing
For this glorious entity.
Distant from the crowding horizons at play
A show: where all performed with masks every day.
On a table, a photoframe was kept
Past school-day visions were retained.
Long, lost, confused souls;
I found answers to doubtful simplifications.
Life lessons and gratitude were learned bravely and without hesitation.
Poems were flowing expressions
For souls who loved admiration.
Heaven on Earth—peace bloomed in the ethereal plain;
Watered the bud, away from the rising main.
The sound of waves calling my name
Outburst of tears and reminiscence of heartfelt laughter in vain.
Jewels of silver pebbles fixed on the shore
Groping in the extending darkness, she rode.
But who caught her when she mistook tomorrow for not being a plot?
As her windows were open, so was her heart
One varied, and the other shattered.
Hands moulding clay
Besmeared by mud halfway,
The lamp with oil beside her bed
Conjured her heart to stay.
Holy lands: Rome and Greece,
Famous for architecture and full of evergreens,
Are known as the 'Era of the Epics.'
The dove painted pictures;
Didn't wanted to live for concealed textures
Flames were burning within
Finding an imperial place to win.