Tis far
farther than where my eyes could reach
to the end of another horizon
countless steps I take ,
howsoever miles I walk…it moves further
Is it a mirage,
Nope ,can’t be !
The fruition destination of my efforts.
Far ,farther, farthest
it moves to…
“what do thou seek
what do thou look for”, cries the inner voice in tears,
“Nothing” ,I sulk
Tis me , my journey
I gaze on …
©Soumya
dangling from the last twig of topmost branch
behind the shrub of small wildflowers
amidst the verdure of freshly borne feel
while the satin petals smile and bloom
dewdrops kiss the skin
gazes the flower upto the blue
while blushing maiden peeps from behind clouds
alike the pure emotions of heart
the lily attached to its tree
yet is detached and free…
winging to the sky …through day or night
while the moon glides
©Soumya
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