Sun shines with morning’s mantra of looking ahead, beyond the night’s premonitions
Oblivious of the soul still drenched in distressed dreams; searching in the nadir world
Frantically soaking up the excess desperation that rushes through the meandering channels
Nature’s bright colours are perceived to be too harsh by an anxious mind
Terse sentiments restrict the soul from communicating some profound realisations
Always bitter tongue can barely appreciate the honeyed emotions of flowers and birds
From a stationary position, the changes seem to be distorted and perceptions never change
~Amitav
Lovely descriptions and flow of verse!
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Thank you so much.
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