A Flight to White
There’s too much red, green, yellow, and blue,
Colors colliding in a blinding hue.
The little birdie craves for the white—pure, wide, and deep,
Where peace can whisper her softly to sleep.
Too much is happening, loud and unclear,
Each moment feels tangled in worry and fear.
Just once, she wishes to let it all go,
To silence the inner noise, let stillness flow.
No plans to make, no roles to play,
Just she, in the quiet - drifting away.
For once, just once, she longs to be — Nobody’s anchor, only she be!
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Saurabh Hirani
a month ago
Beautifully expressed - both the poem and the art.
jaee jadhav
a month ago
thank you !
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