Sun drops

Sun drops

I cup my palms to hold warm sun drops
falling one by one while a sweet breeze
envelopes, embraces my being
fondling with the petals of my breath
tickling, melting my stony bones
casting velvet moulds of happiness
streaming its magical melody
through wet layers of my supple piano skin
spurting music of soul in fountains
till drops dissolve the salt of darkness


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About Sunila K

Based in Canary Islands, Spain, Sunila Khemchandani is a teacher, translator and writes poetry for love of English Literature. She has several poems published in English anthology collections (Wings, Change, Indus Valley, Heavenly Hymns, Poetic Symphonies, Synthesis - The Duet Anthology and in two of Brian Wrixon’s anthologies). In 2008, she won the position of the best annual poet in Besides writing poems, she translates spiritual articles, books of her spiritual master, proof reading and transciption. Some of her translated works have been published and circulating.

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