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Sunita pens a verse about poetry, which she likens to a bird, in Different Truths.
Poetry is my haven,
My resting place,
My den to escape from the humdrum, the ordinary,
A beautiful bird with gossamer wings
Taking me to a sunlit garden of multi-hued blossoms;
Where the voices and sounds cannot distract me,
Cannot weaken me
Where the heart is like a balloon
Floating high in the sky,
Where my head is clear
like the turquoise waters of a silent stream –
where pebbles of all shapes and colours lie,
Where the star-spangled flag of the skies
Stretches endlessly,
Where the clouds dance to the music of the moon-
unheard by any,
Where the heady fragrance of the dewy jasmine,
Casts a silvery spell,
Where the green carpet has no doors,
Boundless and limitless – it meanders
Where nurturing sleep is a bower, a cocoon –
Which rejuvenates and refreshes to create –
A better version of ‘Me’!
© Sunita Singh
Photos from the internet.
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