The Secret Sojourn

Interthreading the frequent solitary feel

Secrets meant for the blank pages to read

One upon the other they rest and conceal

Not yet fluent in articulating a heart’s deed

Floating in turbid emotions waiting to heal

Wishing a safe harbour in land of creed

Raised head look at the sky with an appeal

Convictions buoyed after despair atrophied

Thoughts of that Spirit willing helps one feel

Universe’s mantra echoes to protect the envied


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