• swetapadma12 10w

    My dreamland

    She is the queen of silent city..
    Eloquent of the deep darkness,
    A desire of unseen fairyland
    A rhythm of broken sitar.

    Sunken soul runs towards her innocuous kingdom
    She Whispers in unbeatable silence,
    She looks bewildering even in wet eyes..
    Her echoes vanish elegy of real..

    From the broken fort of life,
    Her gateway glances enchanting,
    She reflects on the black clouds of sorrows
    Squint eyes can enjoy her heavenly sight.

    She is the aspirations of an inanimate soul,
    Precious treasure of a poor...
    Life becomes tranquil to live with her..
    She is my saunter..."My dreamland".
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