Warmth of Breeze

 

Imagine me as a book covered with dust,

A soul whose warmth for years remained untouched

 

Quite concerned I was for my future pages and me,

The so-called bright world appeared shadowy

 

And in this dusky weather, suddenly the air felt unusual

This didn’t happen in years, the matter seemed crucial

 

I bizarrely felt the warmth of cool welcoming zephyr

My pages drifted, smiled and glinted like a pearl

 

My dull existence got transfigured into a life full-of-beans

Personified I was into a woman of worth, a woman of means

 

I looked around, in quest of the soul who revived me

Who passed by me and set my tangled soul free

 

Seeing him was out of question, quite hazy he appeared to me,

I could only fantasize him as a cozy breeze over the sea

 

                            Neha Godambe

Reviews

[Subrat]

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[Yamini Jain]

what perception !!
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