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I smile and walk away

సెప్టెంబర్ 2016

White fluffy marsh-mallows move away
leading my blurred vision to reality;
My thoughts race with words and go beyond.
I search for the sun, whom I can feel but can’t see
Trees dance gracefully, wearing an attire too heavy for them to carry.
They seem to be waving to me to draw back my diverted attention.

How lovely is it to see nothing else
but the most marvelous of god’s creations in light,
of course, excluding myself.
The beauty which a bird hurrying home refused to show me,
comes my way as a white butterfly with a green outline rests on my glasses.

Can I dance with the trees
Swaying and moving in the elated way,
forgetting the world for a moment?
Thoughts hold me down. Dejected.
No, I’m not as graceful as they are.

My heart wishes to travel with the wind,
which kissed my senses,
giving up and accepting gently and cheerfully.
The tiny butterfly teases me by fluttering
its wings and taking off to the sky.
No, I’m not free enough to do that.

Stuffing my hair behind my ear, I hear
the ticking of my watch
which brings me back to reality.
Showing me where and what I am
strips me off my momentary pleasure

Suddenly the sun comes out, as if to console me,
spreading a curve across my face,
which disappears once again like him
swallowed by my marsh mallows.

I smile and walk away

Poem: Shriya Prasad
Painting: Aruna Jyoti