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Astha Sinha

Abstract

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Astha Sinha

Abstract

My Shelter

My Shelter

1 min
127

Purple lilacs blossoming,

Birds and butterflies humming.

Babbling brooks and mighty mountains,

Kind trees and joyful bees.


Tears travel down my cheek,

I am too small to comprehend 

This marvellous nature.


If life would end now, I will be happy.

Nothing can transcend this

Beauty in front of these

Insignificant eyes.


How did I stumble upon

This paradise?

Eyes opened, this heaven in my head,

Disappeared.


Cursed myself. Fall back to dreams.

They are better than my reality.

Take me back

To the place, I belong

Before it goes away due to,

Autumn wild and winter rude!


రచనకు రేటింగ్ ఇవ్వండి
లాగిన్

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