Monday, 1 December 2025

My Paradise

I can see tiny droplets on the green leaves,

Through my window panes, sliding across to fall off,

And a soothing breeze singing a lullaby,

I feel my eyelashes closing before dozing off.

 

I can sniff an aroma of brewing coffee,

Bringing back my senses to the world of confection,

My stomach growls and cries for something sweet,

I have to give in to temptation.

 

When I opened my windows,

I felt that smell of wet soil is calling me,

I stepped out to feel the wet grass

And, I heard a tiny voice whispering within me.

 

Everyday a new dream I see,

Both of us shouting with pride,

I’m waiting eagerly for that moment,

That will be just yours and mine.

 

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