Oh you glorious meadow,
Powers of whose unrevealed.
Souls of our, hold your shadow,
Just covering to be peeled.
Walk swiftly through the velvety grassland,
And commend the poise.
While don't be bothered of itchy hayland,
For one day we will again rejoice.
Stand still and listen to calm brook,
To feel the very existence of every bit.
For not to feel useless and dwell in nook,
As yielding will split.
Behold the nature of a dandelion,
Burning golden like our bruises days ago.
Flutter like airy umbrellas when blown,
For to let go hurt and accept bestow.
Feel like a butterfly, resting upon a flower,
Be a wanderer with the wanderlust,
To open up and sip the nectar,
For thriving life and it's crux.
Step in the meadow houses,
The burrow, the nest, the stable.
To adapt the turns posed,
For harmonizing change and be amicable.
Oh you surprising meadow,
In you, our lives are discovered.
We will forever listen to your mellow,
For the coming ways to be followed.
© Priyanka Bajaj
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