• innate_look_vidhyaanbu 5w

    DO NOT GO TOO MUCH INTO THE RIVER

    Highness was my prairie,
    Brightness was your scenery.

    I hung at the tip of the branch,
    Dancing to and fro with it's crunch.

    Dizziness was a jolt,
    weaving off from my bolt.

    I wet myself in a battle,
    Floating in an oasis of struggle.

    "Do not go too much into the river", I heard.
    A call of fear with a drip of tear-
    was all the cry I rustled.

    Yet, I swam deep into,
    to wrap the fear of tear
    to embellish it into a cheer.
    ©innate_look_vidhyaanbu