Monday, September 01, 2014

#54

She stirred as the wind blew softly.
Raindrops on her supple skin.

Glistening drops, golden
Bathed in sunlight.

Fresh and Fragrant.
Graceful movements.
Playing with sunshine.
Dancing.
Redefining Charm.
Beauty in every fold.
Stop. Stare . behold.
Before she is butchered.
Ruthlessly plucked.
or withers away.






5 comments:

Ankur Anand said...

beautiful pic and poem :)

plucked only to be forgotten :(

divsi said...

Thanks so much! Deeply humbled:) Will write an acceptance post soon! :)

divsi said...

Thanks Ankur. True, only to be forgotten after their temporary , short lived lives.

M S Mahawar said...

Beautiful poem..

divsi said...

Thanks a lot MS :)