Troops of despondent locusts have fallen dead
To the farthest, blooming buds have spread
Obliterated the fence of limitations
Has stretched its wings, the freedom equations
Gigantic leaps though planned, when pulls us out of race
Every Rung of the tallest ladder finds its purposeful place
When drifted and lost on a chilling, scary rainy night
A cozy cottage with burning fire-place in sight!
©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak, 2016
Copyright © Anulaxmi Nayak | Year Posted 2016
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