Still Poem by shveta sahal

Still



Birds vindicate your chuckle, Skies whimper with you,
Trees swing to your song, Flowers blossom your narration,
Streams mime your feelings; Winds invoke your thoughts,
Destiny seduces your wants; Hope beguiles your pain,
Heart is restless still; still Semblance is to be descried,
Motive is to be reckoned still; still desolate Soul rambles.

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