A Poem by Shweta Sunil

The gentle rivers,
Slid across my bare legs,
As my eyes skimmed through
The skies that bled speckled stardust,
The stars,as though the skies,they,
They rejoiced the fire that burnt them.
Oh!They were so beautiful!
And as a fallen star--
Burned the autumn leaves,
I blessed my luck,
That could witness the beauty of that--
So far above.
But as the fire that lit them spread,
Joy turned to fear ,
And before it engulfed the last bit of me,
I whispered--
Oh!They were so beautiful then.

© 2017 Shweta Sunil

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Added on August 17, 2017
Last Updated on August 17, 2017


Shweta Sunil
Shweta Sunil

Bangalore, India

Just another person trying to reach true meaning through writing :") more..