Tethered to the sparkling sky
a lonely pillow of cloud
haloed in the moonlight
silently gloating afloat
all attempts to wipe it clean
& it still lingers about
I choose to fall in love with it.
I hug it in delight.
I now wish that it were so,
around me every night.
smiling through pale white lips.
Amused at my stance,
it chides me for being foolish
and then,
moves on.
1 comment:
Ise chhayavaad bolte hain.
I had to read it twice to check who was being personified, but blame my attention drift.
I like. :)
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