In those summer mornings When the breeze rippled the curtains When sleep had not left my bed Lies and betrayal deeply caressed my eyes, Those very mornings, the wind did shimmer The morning drowsiness hadn't left my eyes But the wind was playing with so many colours And then my mind woke up into an unknown I felt like a cotton ball sailing in the abyss Unroll your satin bedsheet, I yearn for it Don't close your eyes, I am almost here But in the secret alleys of my heart You are still a vagabond, planning your next voyage
Shilpa Roy
12.09.2022