pulses weak heartbeats silenced
the very flow interrupted
all blood ties drained out
the ray of hope in vine
in merry i dance to the tunes
the fine sketches sharper
notes of nature sing to my rhythm
i lay my feet on clouds
the tiny wool masses drifting
the blueness so deep in me
first ray of glowing star shone bright
words of different shades
filled in my solitude glittering colors
singing with the cuckoo
tossing heads with paddy
splashing the stream in mirth of a hare
long corridors, large trees swayed
inflorescence sprinkled the trodden paths
my shades of soulful song murmered in galore
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