#sully
I belong to
The gusty
Winds, that
Whisper
Sweet nothings
To me,
I belong to
The red of
My roses
And the
Captivating
Aroma they
Emanate,
I belong to
The soil, and
The way it
Nurtures and
Even accepts
The dead,
I belong to
The rain, which
Quenches the
Thirst of the
Parched soil,
I belong to
Him, who
Loves my
Soul, despite
Of the scars
Which sullied
It, and can kiss
Those scars
Back to whole.
// Belong
-Sayali Parkar
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 5:39 AM UTC