A distinct art of language..
An eve of celebrating the words..
A proficiency of capturing..
A virtuosity of embracing the couching..
A shower of soothing in humdrum world..
A melody to thrive the razed hopes..
An insight of nature and within..
And I am apprehending as I am growing..
Often unflappable when it comes to composition..
And now I am rejoicing as I am listening..
Things are same as they were earlier..
But why they are depicting me unlike essence..?
Ohh!! I am glad .. it's poetry that have change my shrewdness towards this worldly confine..
©sonika38
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