"lakshya" poems
A misty mist I am,
Solemnly after sometimes I have to scram.
I am a curtain of white pearl
My life is just like a short-lived girl.
I am wild white layer of divine,
With presence of heavenly glitter and shine.
I murmur with silence and dance fine.
But I am torn apart with the tremendous sunshine.
My origin the ultimate death of mine
I start my demanding journey with morning and end up with sunshine.
My beauty is my only flair
As the most astonishing is my mournful white layer.
I create a white soulful presence with my look,
I am just like the blank pages of a book.
I touch the petals of flowers with my white sheet
and embrace the green leaves of plants I meet.
My birth represents the colour of mournful death
This is proved with my each breath
My origin is the ultimate death of mine.
I start my demanding journey with morning and end up with sunshine.
-- Lakshya Singh
IX TH A
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC