Invisible Threads
#InvisibleThreads
How many times have people come
and left?
How many times have people given
and taken everything?
What about the rain,
which seems beautiful to me,
even though I'm allergic to it?
Yes, I don't get soaked in the rain,
yet I still love it.
Without any physical interaction,
I still admire the rain.
What about the river,
which always inspires me,
even though its depth scares me to death?
Yes, I never learned to swim,
yet I still love the river's passion.
Without any physical interaction,
I still adore the river.
What about the Himalayas,
which always make me wonder
how they touch the threshold of the sky?
Even though I might suffer from asphyxia
at such high altitudes,
I still respect the Himalayas.
Without any physical interaction,
I still feel close to the Himalayas.
There are people in our lives,
like the rain, the river, and the Himalayas,
who, without any physical presence,
help us,
love us,
adore us,
inspire us!
© @Aayushi_Yadav
#writco #poem #poetry #love #passion
How many times have people come
and left?
How many times have people given
and taken everything?
What about the rain,
which seems beautiful to me,
even though I'm allergic to it?
Yes, I don't get soaked in the rain,
yet I still love it.
Without any physical interaction,
I still admire the rain.
What about the river,
which always inspires me,
even though its depth scares me to death?
Yes, I never learned to swim,
yet I still love the river's passion.
Without any physical interaction,
I still adore the river.
What about the Himalayas,
which always make me wonder
how they touch the threshold of the sky?
Even though I might suffer from asphyxia
at such high altitudes,
I still respect the Himalayas.
Without any physical interaction,
I still feel close to the Himalayas.
There are people in our lives,
like the rain, the river, and the Himalayas,
who, without any physical presence,
help us,
love us,
adore us,
inspire us!
© @Aayushi_Yadav
#writco #poem #poetry #love #passion