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.