I stare without a gaze
in pursue of the zigzag roads
my wings get plucked and ruffle
faraway a mountain attracts my heart
births a new zeal
infused with endless enthusiasm…
like petals of rose, my words fragrance
will they live eternally between the nostalgic pages
as love echoing poetic passion…
would someone unravel the buried grave
will light dawn on the million verses
sleeping in peace for eonion
fluttering them to their destination
letting them free
to be epical scriptures.
7 thoughts on ““Since eonian””
an epical scripture!
Humbly thankful AMit
you are audaciously welcome!
Thanks a lot Aparna.. Good to see you after so long. Hope ur doing fine
How wonderful.. 🙂 🙂