You may be to the land of gold,
Treasures of past and science.
U may be to the skies,
Place of lust and wonder.
U may be to the reality,
the existent,thou truth seeker.
U may be to the places
beyond my dimensions
Of horizon after the seventh sea.
U may be to the places
unknown to me,
But u will never find the place
I live.
There is this secret place in me,
With flying angels and lily blossoms,
Beaming flowers O'kissing,
caressing butterflies,
Whistling breeze hymning
tacit lullabies.
There is this secret place in me,
An enticing terrain, enchanted within,
With Floating blissful river of charm.
My mystifying garden of peace
Scribbled to a lovely poem.
U may be to the places unknown to me
But u will never find the place i live.
Dont try to stop by, to watch the
Mesmerising greens,
To the infectious captivation
Of ardent aroma.
Because, the place i live,
is exquisite obsession.
Bewitched, u will never be
able to flee from..
Go forgotten In between
the missing Words,
In boundless thought
Of an addictive verse.
There is this secret place in me,
Where peacocks dance, birds sing
With murmuring deep-blue sea
And intoxicating wildness.
Where i can be the queen of my kingdom
Where i could get lost forever
And never come back.
-p.k.s.v.
©mindroots
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