Details |
Vaishnavi Deep Poem
The window of my room was open and wide,
When I see the moon, perfect and bright.
At the outset, its occurrence was flawless and crisp,
Then I look twice, at the enduring presence a brisk.
With all its scars intense and keen,
I see a lovely warrior in the midst of a conflict.
Shining like a sword, when a light falls high,
Devouring every darkness and all harsh cries.
Have you seen that mystical being up in the sky?
That rises every night when all chaos die.
Copyright © Vaishnavi Deep | Year Posted 2021
|