Are you a woman in business or aspire to be? Don’t miss your complimentary invite to our flagship event #BreakingBarriers
Your chance to witness the magic of media is just a click away!
The author is enamoured by nature’s surreal beauty and captures it in this poem.
As I climbed those green mountains,
Peach blossoms and Gulmohar buds smiled,
Blades of grass sparkled.
Deep in those white, fluffy clouds
dwelt little beings in tranquility.
Sunbeams danced in those distant dark woods,
where no human could reach.
The streams down there glistened,
in soul’s delight and heavenly ecstasy.
Breeze gushed, forming curtains,
Mist wafted, lingered and sang,
creating an orchestra of music.
The mountains are deserted,
And I can see green moss gleaming in the distance.
I could see flying flocks returning leisurely to the realm of the known.
I could count those delicate pansies happy in a world of their own.
The pansies smiled with no care,
I touched those pansies,
And I gazed at the twilight and smiled.
Image Source: Pexels
Coming Full Circle To My Mother’s Home, To MY Home!
Must You Finish Your Rotten Tea? [#ShortStory]
The Monk Who Bought Back His Soul
Reaching For The Stars
Get our weekly mailer and never miss out on the best reads by and about women!
Sign in/Register & Get personalised recommendations