The Mountain Child.
The water gushed
Over the rocks
A fiery dance
The wind sung in her ears.
A swishing melody.
The mountains enveloped
As if protecting her.
An eerie calm.
Comforting.
She tried recollecting.
Something.
Everything.
The hurt. The anger.
It seemed distant.
Far away.
Just when she thought she lost everything.
She found 'herself'.
15 comments:
So true, when we are engrossed in making someone else our life where is the time to see ones own self. Only when everything is lost our true self is found. beautiful Divsi.
amazing lines Divsi.. Before you know where you are going, who you are with..you need to find yourself and accept yourself
Beautiful !!
Beautiful poem , even beautiful ending :)
lovely beautifully written piece
Thanks Ritika :) Aptly put. Sometimes the journey ceases and we still don't find ourselves, sometimes we find ourselves and the true journey begins!
lovely lovely!
Indeed Shweta. The learning is that you should never let that someone creep into your life to an extent that there is no space left for your own self:) Thanks a lot for reading :)
Thanks Hitti! :)
Thanks Ekta :)
Thanks much dearie! :)
Beautiful. mast :)
Picturesque! And the words adorns the beauty of the photo! Amazed at the way you have described everything through use of words in this wonderful poem!
Thanks a lot Shanx :)
I am glad you liked it Ste :)the place is extremely beautiful and the experience is ethereal:)
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