and neither the travelers of this journey
nor the companions of births can comprehend
palette of colours I am emblazoned with
the saffron of divine
or the luminescent white of tranquility
when the earth is wrapped in muck
so is vision of masses
forgotten is conscience
buried is compassion
through autumn , or fall
through winter or storms
sailed the fluttering sail
exhausted and torn
wiped and worn...
may this sojourn end
to the destined destination...
tired of flapping wings
the avian wishes for its
adieu ..
-Soumya
soumyav 