Sparkling whites are headed towards sky
Lifeless things, who can answer Why?
May be they see them resting over
And desire to fly!
Looking high upto infinity
A sob a cry!!
Swinging trees covered with ice
Are shining bright, with the grace of sunlight
Then, does the high headed look into him..
Lining from the shower to its beauty bling
Cold and still he sees in him
Mist and blunders was all he could see in I!
Depressed and weak, he again looked up
Wanting to hide from weaknesses that were brought up!
As his eyelids turned to his desire
Darkness was filled with heavy clouds shyre
Amazed at how he felt, like a scary haunting wolf
And deep down Mist seemed right...
Peeping in him,yet again
Mist seemed unhanded but
This was the day his ice seemed mended
Mended to a brook, which was fast yet a glory..
Taking him to its turn fresh and flowery!!
Finally did it slow down,
Made him see the green beauty
Freaking out what he saw earlier a cold desert of white,
Was a bright tremendous beauty spreader!!
Trees swinging as the chirpings, turned to be melody
And that a bear thought to be a danger,
Was also a caretaker
And finally he made to the Crown
A king he remained therafter ;
Owning for his empire,
Remembered for desiring blue,
And the irony remained
He gets his blue in his own brook turned out to be sea...
Copyright © Sonali Thakur | Year Posted 2017
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