By Devabala Smitha
I do dream dreams,
Of a corridor
Endless and straight,
Only dimly lit. Solace.
Sweet sleep lulls me
In the background,
While the cold breeze
Gently lifts our spirits.
Happiness bounce
On my cheeks.
I blush…
My eyes linger, waiting…
Rains come,
My soul savours
The earthy scent of its lust.
Dust settles,
While the earth’s breath slows.
My boiling blood
Cools down a bit.
But what can subdue
My unruly heart;
What can calm down
These raging waves?
My heart awaits,
To soar the skies
Of passion, like
Bright-coloured autumn leaves,
Never stopped,
Only embraced by the wind…
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