As I start to walk again
I look behind at the shattered pages
a minute of ash besides them
Wrapped in the love of soil
Some black numbers I couldn’t read
A few scribbled names too
Coloured with different moments
Fall grey on the carpet of weed
Some thorns with d cotton touch
Lie above the skin of earth
Lily’s tend to confuse me more
Is this death or a new life further?
As I again step ahead
I realize it’s not everything I beheld….
truly beautiful; making me randomly speechless.
ReplyDeletewhile reading this, i could actually sense whether i was awake or going through an alternate universe....u have beautifully captured the mood in this one!....well done!.....:)
ReplyDeleteSuperb..!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteMarvelous harry~! absolutely loved that!
ReplyDeleteThanks guys... i hope to bring u more likeable stuff!
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