Sun in winter!
Rain in scorching summer!
Are they not cherished?
Anything in full is uninvited,
A blend is crucial!
But When to be & when not to be?
Where to be and where not to be?
Who determines?
I am far off ……
Neither can I linger here forever...
Nor can I haul out from here at once.
The roads are to be trekked…
However they may be
Greener or paler…
They are merited.
That,Sets my heart free to myself
which defines my life,
In humble submission to nature’s tenderness
To remain better and bright.
Perhaps so,
A comfort in ache :)
2 comments:
Unhampered harmony in the words.
Nature is the perpetual soother for our mad melancholy..
Enjoyed the freely flowing words.
:)
@Random Traveller
Thanks for stepping by..[:)]!
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