A Meaningless Purpose
Strolling down the road
The fresh air of spring,
Amidst the rustling of leaves
And whoosh of the
pleasant breeze,
A calmness of the self sets in,
no thoughts only a lost
Soul in a beautiful wonderland.
A name not given,
A mind not known,
Only the world that is seen
Today finds its power in
The hope of resilience.
Nature winds itself in the
Realization of this truth, the
Soul lost in a thoughtless space,
Makes way for another journey
A journey that everyone will
Face once and still not know.
Copyright © Ankita Dhawan | Year Posted 2013
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