Pradnya Surve
As the sun smiles
I see a new dawn
A lush green lawn
A path lined with blooms .
As the light shifts at noon
The path winds
Along shrubs of thorn
As I rush forward
My body feels alone.
A trying time
Like a whiplash
Flicking my mind
Though a chosen chalk path
I feel I never longed for.
As the road zigzags
All that I ask for
Is a peaceful destination
With loving souls around
A soft voice tells me
I can, I will.
– Pradnya Surve
loved the positive notes towards the end and the imagery created in the poem.
Thank you Shristee
Such a lovely analogy.
Beautiful imagery, ma’am. Loved the cyclical pattern you’ve portrayed here.💚💚💚
Thank you Moonmoon
Thanks for tagging
Beautiful imagery 💚💚
Thank you Sai
Beautiful imagery💚
A, lovely poem of hope!