Nomadic Poem by sristi suman

The sweetness of scars invisible
The ecstasy of being over thrown by disease
Impulsive in feeling as rain clouds
Full of water-bursting
Full of passion-seamless

Swaying of the greens sweeps over
Deep inside a longing
Makes it more metaphorical
More poetic, falser

Soars high above rain clouds
It is the Logic
Colorful and dull

Yet the grey is my mooring
Let the nomadic define all

..In the air is the hashed word