The Walk Poem by shveta sahal
The Walk
The lake was calm that night
But tremors jolted the heart
The boats lay peaceful
But the mind was at strife
Moon gleamed on the waters
Glistening it beyond glory
The birds slept safely in nest
The emotions churned in frenzy
Thoughts kept grappling
Unnerving the hapless self
Disgruntled yearnings still vex the spirit
‘The Walk’ shall be sauntered sometime…
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