Venus and Neptune
With a fine thread of hope and efforts, I trailed my dream,
The one I supported will bind it, is hearing my scream
Back and forth, the golden fingers stretch Clotho's loom,
Making a mockery of my patience, plucking the flowers about to bloom
I'm not dead nor alive, just suffering meanwhile,
Even under the sun's direct rage, there is a river called Nile
Everything happens for a reason,
Different planets, different seasons
Venus endures, as does Neptune,
Regardless, one needs another's curses to become immune

© balpreet singh

postscripts :

"This is an another poem or work in my anthology titled 'A Sky That Houses Billions of Stars.' This anthology will feature a collection of poems, stories, and quotes."