Posted in Fiction, Life, Poetry

22 February 2018

Gently reclining my back on the ground,

I took a quick look around.

The insects were bumbling,

and the birds were sleeping.

The wind touched my hair,

and a pair of eyes began to stare.

My presence woke him up,

and he asked me what’s up?

I narrated my day’s chronicle,

and he said that it was phenomenal.

He was dressed up in wine,

and was ready to dine.

He wore a sophisticated scent,

and spoke in a powerful accent.

-Palak Arora



Mountains coached me to write.

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