Country clouds skimming the highland shore.

Treading the skinny sky,

Past the stars of delight, blanketing each

Once; for a while.

And sings a chorus, then

The man with the acoustic flair-

Of his dotted dreams,Of his mermaid mate.

 

Silently these rest on my paper white.

All I got to do is-

Write write write.

And the breeze takes them,

Past the shadows many, by the tree

Caressing the leaves, growing green by each touch.

  

They are for you. Truly.

Keep them.

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Sumallya

Sumallya

Former Student of Presidency College as well as Presidency University. Sumallya held the Office of Students' Union, Presidency University, for the academic year 2014-15.
Interested in poetry, politics and blogging.
Motto: Speak Truth to Power.