Up above the horizon
Through my dampened eyes
I could see no clear longer than perpetuity!

How shall I tell you?
It is spartan here,
Drab and ugly.
My bones aches, veins are nonchalant,
Denies to flow.
A fervent orison to embrace me in your widespread opulence
Where the sky is blue,
And grasses are green,
Air is fresh
And cimmerian is dim.

A gust of wind blew the dust,
Juggled its direction
Blew away the drizzles,
I could feel my cheeks dried.
A palette of seven colors, splashed in the sapphire sky,
The silver lining of the sun creeked through the alley of clouds.
The off-white piece of cloth
Cladding my existence
Fluttered, ferociously
To the dazzling light.
© Prerana