Ah the time runs fast, sans cease
spare me a moment of ease
yearn to feel those fresh green meads
that spread their wings wide in dreams
parched is my throat, my tongue pleads
sip of nectar to quench needs
far from blue sky, stars shy peep
day and night tread I roads deep
filled to brim wakes mind indeed
blossoms no rose amidst weeds
doors latched random do concede
plastic flowers do not bleed
from ties that bond seek release
to quiet secludes I retreat
©Sunila..
This is a fine piece of writing indeed.
Thanks so much, Elizabeth Kuriakose 🙂
A pleasant poem crafted beautifully Sunila 🙂
Thank you, Maaya 🙂
A good poem Sunila
Thank you, Smitha!