I heard a voice.
Impeccable diamond rain.
Gentle, from behind.
Followed a trail,
To the origin.
Diverted by the wind.
I travelled so,
All senses disabled.
Dragonfly in the town.
Flowers of paper,
Shivering earth.
Coloured pale brown.
I saw a tree,
Stopping by me.
Sun coated gold.
Often closed window.
World enacting peace,
With songs untold.
I looked at sky,
Lone on an island.
Stars now fade.
Fire never met ocean.
Couldn’t breathe the vibe,
Under their crusade.
I found the wild.
In the distant moon,
Scar of a rift.
Few more letters.
Lost elucidation,
In a dream adrift.
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Blog | Rajat Pradhan 