As I put my pen to paper,
Stream of thoughts flow through;
I wonder what colour I spread onto paper,
Should I describe colours of tranquility ;
Or may I bleed fervour of my dreams,
To paint a mirage along with my words.
Somewhere between peaceful and yet turbulent winds,
My wild thoughts founds consolation ,
But I cannot help my unquiet;wandering dreaming too long,
in star gazed mind;
The sun will shine the same,
but the shadows would not be alike;
The story won't be the same ,
But, this ivory sheet of paper becomes a treasurable memoir,
It's in us that a day never receives it's closer ;
Yet stillness of dawn resides ,
So , oh dear paper,
Two wars will be settled;
One on you & other in my mind .
And thus,A poem shall born.....!!!!
By:-
Tripti Kackar
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