Saturday, September 19, 2015

At the Dawn!

"She collected sunrays at dawn
Dew drops upon rose petal
A few resting at thorns

Walking past woods she heard cuckoo sing
Song of love, coming alive
Heart whispered dreams

She keeps them safe
In her bosom
Dreams bloom even beneath nightmares

Standing by the sea watching it flow
Carrying few pebbles in her pocket
Stone skipping, she jumped off the cliff

Broken pieces of glass
She held a mirror in her hand
Scars complimented her face

She looked at the passing by moon
Fading through the dawn, yet
Promising a life of her own; she smiled."


By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 19/9/2015
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