In life, sometimes the hectic everyday schedule can be overpowering. As human beings, it is normal to feel exhausted and get worked up. That is when, one tries to rest in slumber. One tries to be calm and take rest. The following poem expresses such idyllic ideas. Read and Enjoy!
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Let me live in the canvas of natural flowers,
Which fascinates one's eyes in love.
Let me breathe in the gleeful air,
Which makes one feel as pure as a dove.
I need not be the brightest star in the wash of the day,
I am happy to be the beam of sunlight in the gloom.
I need not be the most beautiful lie,
I am happy to be the ugliest truth that would ever bloom.
Let me rest amidst the unsung poems,
Which don't exist, but are still there.
Let me reside amidst the un-read stories,
Which are not read, nor is there anyone to hear.
I need not be the thrill in a tragic love story,
I am happy to be the essence in love that happened first.
I need not be the one of the serious crowd,
I am happy to be the laughter, when children have a burst.
I may not be pure or sacred,
I may have committed many an unholy deed.
Yet, I am ready to take a plunge in that ocean,
Hoping to find someone there, in utmost need.
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