MY NEST REAL !

My nest  swinging

 from dark clouds

 leans to a side

as I clasp the moon

after many an unsuccessful swoon;

stars pop up

to fight the gloom

surrounding my desire

to soar higher into a better place soon;

where  lotus blossoms

 under the beams of divine love

freeing the spirit from the unnecessary

burden of tired wings ready to fall;

where the peace from whispering leaves

turns  the  white instincts of  life

into  pure petals  of an  undying delight .

comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

07/10/14