Utopia

Utopia

The idyllic sky, oh, the stellar night,

how does your fluoresce enchant my eye

Your amplest blonde orbs of dew,

made me ponder my notions and think of you


Whispers and bittersweet linings of your voice,

surround my inner phantom and noise,

The silver weaves of the conifer trees,

made me reminisce over your subtle breeze


Nevertheless, it’s not just you, thou stellar night,

It’s also the soul of elemental art, so bright


your gentle eyes,

seep through my spirit

strokes of the brush 

paint the palest of pink,

and lilac chords I don’t despise


I fairly hope to loaf around your hues,

or explore the gleams of the alluring skies

Please let me evoke my sense of wonder

and not drown in a carafe of cries


Rasa: Adbuth (Wonder)


- Mridini Sivakumar














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