Shimmering rays of sun
Slips from the heavy clouds,
Falling into her inspissated hair,
Gradually came to a halt.
It glitters brighter than diamonds
And her eyes shine bright in beyond
Her smile sings of merriness,
A heart pounding in hastiness;
She has her fingers entangled
Deep into her her mysterious hair
Under the tree of singing nightingales,
Then she brushes it- 'fairy' care.
Oh! Such a pretty maiden
With colours so attained,
She sings with her enemies
And dances with her friends.
Find her, for the sake of good
For even the God's would deny,
That such elegance has no roots
And would scoff it as a lie.
Revised with the words,
As it is penned with bewilderment.
My eyes , be the truth guard
For I came by, but left with fragments.
YOU ARE READING
Transcendence
PoetryHello, there readers! For a quick introduction to my work would suit its subtitle- 'A Collection of Scattered Feelings', I have maintained no fixed mood, so that my dear readers may see beyond a specific feeling, to feel it. The moods vary form sli...
