In Life by Sagar Arora3 Comments

The beautiful and serene,
her colours abrupt the seas,
she shades the sky with ease,
and surrenders the words to peace.
Muse and rituals saves her flight,
the eye defining season’s blind,
her canopies inhibiting the saintly forge,
her love of silence, the visionary hold,
those sights entails the world we see,
splash the life, the moon and trees,
her power is the mare delight,
as if fire holding the silver dine of ice.
That is what you and me believe,
she’s the eye of every need,
call her expression, call her deeds.
She’s the feather showing the empty breeze,
travelling along emotion and greed.


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