By -Dew Dinkita
Dull and gloomy days
Passing in distress;
Her soul longs for freedom
But mind oppress.
Dark clouds surround the blue sky
The wind just perfectly blows;
Trees, dancing in the rhythm,
Oh, what beauty it shows!
Such days depict her life
Somewhere that’s what her dark soul extols;
In the lap of nature
Her heart wants a stroll.
The street is deserted
Where the lone traveller is she,
A bunch of lilies in a muddy pond
Is what she could see.
Her heart speaks up
“Look, where these lilies are bound!
Such a pure flower
With slush and slush all around.
Sweet is the smell
Soft are the petals;
Days and days pass by
With each passing day the lilies prove their mettle.”
A pleasant ray of sunshine,
Plants a kiss on her cheeks;
Her dark soul was lost
She’s no longer a meek.
Did the lilies show their magic
Or is it their spell?
It creates an impetus
And she’s out of her stressed shell.
It’s time for her to be back in her life
Not knowing when she would get their glance again!
Helping them purge, the mud and pond scum
Is something she wished to do and she couldn’t abstain.
The water looks fresh,
Over which the lilies could now gracefully reign!
Oh! How creative can mother nature be
These lilies made her lost passion regain.
The lilies had a fresh start,
So did she restart a new phase;
Just as how these lilies seek for sunlight,
She’s stepping ahead for beautiful days!