Rush rush
The tricky clock -a ticking horn,
Even louder than her breath.

The Long list seems (to be a)- powerful beast,
She has to defeat.

But the Dark figures - fearful gestures
Like bullies in hiding.

Claws and paws
Digging deep into her bones.

Pause now,
Rest well

Sink into the smell of the flower beds,
Forget the chunky old guy- continuous ticking ,

Welcome the pleading sun beams - knocking at the window bar.

As she permits the breath full of mystery - fill the lungs ,

She's ready again to take on the world .




-Aliva Das








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