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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