What my wanderer soul is searching for Never to realize the Maestro's slather core
Flights of morning ascend Perhaps coming to pit end Song of cricket's auger dark's bend Sketchpad filled with rainbow Colors hugging in a row Twinkling Eyes (stars) too gather...up & above Aqua-nimals hide deep to Letup!
It's only when i consent He rejoices my self-content Revealing his rarest artisanship Just to gratify our friendship
Till the time i become numb and awed Keep walking the never ending road !!
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Posted: Nov 2017
About this poem:
Sitting by the Lake in Nepal, motionless witnessing the setting Sun ...