The richness of attire, unassuming
She walked through her dreams:
The glittering lamps on the way
Illuminating the mansions, magnificent;
the valley down, gave her the vastness.
She stopped and stared
An alley at the end?
Lamps gave me shadows
Mansion gave me the fear
Valley gave me the loneliness
And this alley, a choice?
A whisper with in
And this alley?
Is it the end of my journey?
Is it the end of the path I treaded ?
Am I reached a wall, I have to hit and crush myself?
Am I reached a cliff , I have to push myself down?
In her trance a mystic voice:
This journey has no beginning and end:
Its path is unknown.
When u push from the cliff
Rises the mountain, your savior?
Your wings shall grow,
U can believe.
And as u hit on the wall
It shall collapse and
Open a new way.
She walks in her unassuming attire
Walks her way
Life after life
Death after death
To reach a cliff , to find the mountain rising
to grow her wings to fly.
Her steps are not fumbled
Her paces are no more limping
She moves and moves
To reach the wall
to crush it
and
To Open a new way.
Congratulations on your new blog, Komath. A fitting outlet for your lovely poetic talent!
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