Sunday 5 July 2015

I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: The Breeze

 

Cynical eyes alienating 

a desperate bird in an
enclosure on a distant
land,inaccessible to light
or sound,the sole consort
to her little soul was
the breeze around her.

With every dawn the 

affinity brewed stronger.
The breeze consoled 
her,forgetting her 
misfortune,a new 
journey begun where
in solace the fowl 
remained in trance.

In delight the breeze

grounded her with
the abstract nectar’s
of the occult reign,
transforming her into
a unique entity,fresh,
unstirred,blissfully she 
lived a sanctified
estranged life.
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