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.