Grace Poem by Soumili Karmakar

Grace

When wind blows you cherish under the sky
Long lives your truly named butterflies.
I, too was in rays of the sun
Gazing towards the home to begin the run.
This side of the world is sacred and pure
The fairy blesses our wounds to cure.

I could find the abode in the sky,
My soul rejoices after flying so high.
This world of mine is made of memories
Tears of joy and of sorrow, smiles of birth and of death
Truly standing together with faith.

Truth is in those pages that we read,
Truth is in the soul that bid adieu to his last breathing days,
Truth is in hues of this sky
Truth we see emerging in silver lines.

Bridges there were none, but ships did sail
The anchor never asked whether the dock called his name.
The sea and the sky adores you for who you are
At times methinks world was yours to live amongst the stars.

The iceberg too wonders of his fate
And thinks of meeting the ocean one day.
At times methinks world is a shore of blessings,
Perhaps the sky of mine is as young as a child
Perhaps the sky of mine lives for the sun to rise.

Indeed wishes are prayers of patience and of grace,
So when wind blows know that the world remembers your name.

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