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Elsy speaks of her love for nature and the pressures of daily life to earn our livelihoods. A poem of inner conflict exclusively for Different Truths.
The mist at dawn
floating up the lawn
lifted my spirits up
to horizon heights.
The morning commute
through volatile mist
along tree avenued rout,
was therapy to atman*.
I just longed
to sail along life,
as a bird in the mist,
lost in the serene sight.
But snatching the steering wheel
Duty geared me around,
from the pretty, pristine hill
for earning my daily bread.
Note: *atman is soul
©Elsy Satheesan
Pic of Net.
