Quantic Qualms
By: Sultana Raza
I
In arms of nymphs he should have leaped,
Punishingly his plasma wouldn't be seeped.
He could still hear whispers of their soft refrain,
Hard was it acid rains to restrain.
In their violet emerald world, tinged silver gold,
He'd have perpetually respired, not grown old.
Bold ballads with them he could have sung,
No need under water for any sort of lungs.
II
As crafty chance's currents cunningly flow,
Colourful anemones, fantastic corals glow.
Unearthly palaces, lighted by shells,
He'd have imbibed from their eternal well.
Played with sea-horses, hid amongst reefs,
Released desolation, swirled away griefs.
Pearls of their spray had beaded his brow,
Was that why he was alive somehow?
III
Pity was it petty men his work ignored,
Why watery sprites appeared to him, or lured.
Hoped with trepidation to espy them again,
He'd turned his back, would they sink him, insane?
Crazy conjurations of his mind, who'd believe?
Yet, trickles of his talent, would anyone perceive?
Too real for a dream, too wild for common place,
Too bad on life's floods, he'd leave no lasting trace.
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