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CHIMERA

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SANGEETHA KAMATH

 THE PASSION OF POETRY

THEME: WHAT DO YOU DREAM ABOUT

    


 



                 CHIMERA

From soft-spun gossamer webs I weave mystical daydreams and wizardry,

The sunbeams of silken gold threads to bedeck marvel-like tapestry!


It's a heady potion where I sail on swan-shaped puffed clouds above

An irenic space for fantasies and fairy tales of true love...


It's my snug cocoon of twilight darkness,

In this cradle, I find immense happiness


Shimmering and morphing in a world of magical land faraway

I dream I'm a songbird in a midsummer sky on a cloudless day…


In a woodland of soft light and crisp pine air

I conjure up pegasi and unicorns of dazzling glare


Buzzing bees in a meadow of wild clover

Larks and Magpies in their embellished bower!


The angels and fairies in my dreams, in voices convincing and pure

"The night is always dark, that's why God  created stars", they assure…


To guide me, you, to the right door

They open effortlessly bringing me treasures galore.


Pic Courtesy:Pixabay

©️ Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu




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  1. AnonymousMay 20, 2022 at 2:08 PM

    You spin magic with your words every time and leave me speechless!

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