The wind that blows settles down
gently, quietly and subtly. Like the
dewdrops seeking solace, falling
off the leaves to which it belongs
no more. As the clouds become
beautiful and bright, holding the
sanguine sunlight with its golden
wings, the spirit of heaven shines
with a blue smile. The soft sparkle
ignites the soul for its enchanting
grace. Beneath this land lies the
truth and untruth, of wholeness
and partialness, of life and death,
of uniqueness and commonness,
leading its way for a better belief
and could be mine to treasure
with hope and much more relief.
~Mehak Varun