A lake and a mountain
Painted on a snail
A vaporized sky exhaled through a flute
Music in the sweet curve of a ripple
Sound on a grain of mountain dust
Pink stardust on fingertips
Smudging the edge of notepaper
Hushed indigo of the day's goodbye
And the snail moves to Norwegian wood
- Started reading it last night.
2 comments:
A beautiful poem,
Wow... precious piece of writing Mukta... :)
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