Utopia
The oranges and pinks of the veiled sun,
Like a newly wed,
Shines,
On the golds and crimsons,
That peeps behind the defeated chlorophyll.
I wish the vain clouds wouldn't be as surreptitious.
I wonder, amazed,
If I were the waters that never flowed,
Unambitious, stagnant, constant,
Yet ever-growing, ever-receiving,
Imbibed with the glory of the colors that make me,
I would be at peace,
Believing, this is all that exists,
The beginning and end of the Earth,
And I am the bosom of it,
Cloaked and protected.
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Copyright © Anwesha Sanyal | Year Posted 2012
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