Poetry Talk
New post from Megha
Where I belong.
The dark thick canopy
Covers this white sky
Leaving nothing, but little
Traces of silver clouds above.
Somewhere deep rises a dark fog,
mysterious and enchanting, twinkling
Like little stars on a cloudless night sky.
It’s magical touch, made
The little hot stones
To gush from my eyes, like an
Unbidden guest, rolling on my face.
Like two big hands, fog scooping me
to an unknown destiny,
Foreign to eyes,
Yet domestic to heart, like
an invisible string of a kite.
And I know then that,
Its where I belong to,
My secret garden, blooming with love
From the creator, the universe.
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