By Asha Devi Verma
She was a dreamer, all through life
Childhood dreams were of vibrant hues,
Youth made her dream of the blue of the sea,
The marigold flowers, the dew kissed grass
Her mind floated like a cloud
Over the moonlit meadows and silvery streams
Life was a sweet song, a cool voyage
Until one dark and stormy night
The sea turned rough,
The ship got wrecked
Alone in the dark waters,
She thought of the END
The moon shone above
With a million stars.
A raft floated by,
She held on to the raft.
No more memoirs,
No more dreams,
Only dark cold nights.
The raft took her to
A shore unknown, unseen, unheard
Days went by, nights went by,
On a crimson dawn, she woke up,
On the unknown shore faraway.
Waking up, she once again found
The dew kissed grass, the marigold flowers,
The moonlit nights, the silvery streams,
All still there,
But on another shore
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This is a rare creation Ms. Verma.
