Thus we cross the line
Untied, not hindered
Touching next shore of time
Mums of periods are broken
And hearts are uttering
As wished in years
With glees and cheers
Wounds unstitched
Healed and cured
Tears see happiness
Smiles assured
We touch the ground
And sway to clay
Stroll in the sky
Going far away
Having the moon
Full of palm
Sliding over sea
Stretched and calm
Chirping with birds
Napping in nest
World in arms
Nothing rest
Call it a dream
But they do live
Till the last breath
Under the eyelid, beneath
-
RAVI MISHRA
24.06.2013
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