Is it a blue-grey brindle or a silver-grey
that the sky seems today?
It holds in its embrace
the mountains and the valley,
also me.
Like an ever-growing dream,
the sky expands within me,
a floral-blue brushing my soul.
The sky speaks to my heart,
and the heart responds
A language they alone
understand.
My breath plays with the blue
Clouds gather silently
with a promise of rain
A river runs through my sky,
heaving a contented sigh.
-------- Srutimala Duara
my favorite for a long time
Thank you,
Such a beautiful poem❤.. Falling in love with your words ma'am
Thank you for uour appreciation
I liked both of your poems.The poem was excellent indeed in their content and philosophy hidden in.
G..Baroowah
Wow! That's poetry of the highest level.
I am and shall always be a forever lover of your nature poems ,dear Mam! ❤
Breath play with the blue. Profound writing.