Nip in the bud

My aunt is a breast cancer survivor. So this poem is to share her fight with all the beautiful women who are going through the same. Remember " Your life is a song. You have to last the fight till the

The day is done, the winter sun
settling in the sullen sky
lumps of the bosom
soiling the beautiful soul
evoking silent screams softly
what black worlds of pain

You are a blossom
growing among bitter woods
petals of healing

black songs vanish in
the sweet nectar of your tranquil breath
and
bees sing Beethoven's symphony
in close harmony

the lustrous shade
of your
saree silhouette
giving respite from scorching heat
Sleep falls on a gentle stride
of a blissful cedar bath

mind clouded like skies
cold eyes stare forward
savage winds breezing past her ears
find solace in the Zephyr

everything is imbrued
warm rose tint
sipping into her consciousness
filling clouds

on a cold december night
moon and stars will pave the sky
"She'll hail victory
filling the world
with beacon of hope"