P - Picture Perfect

 

Just when they were at the concrete bend

I put away the parched leaves first

Below the white enveloping shroud

Followed by the dried twigs

And the barren broken branches

Concealed behind the lush vibrant crimson leaves

While camouflaging the rough edges

Of the hammered bolts and the splintered rocks

With the cold metal laid there steadfast

Among the myriad dreamy snowflakes 

The peeled paint and the scarred cracks remained

Embraced aesthetically between the beaming red bricks

And as the vehicles sprinted away purposefully 

The clueless fissured tar hid past scattered 

With the railway tracks disappearing into the mist

Like that riveting story waiting to unfold one day

And thus in that moment when I was captured

By a mere thousand odd pixels 

I appeared picture-perfect, didn't I! 

PS : This post is posted as part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge for the letter P. 

Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April #NaPoWriMo2021 and #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour.