Lazy afternoon,
Head heavy,
Eyes drifting
Sleep calling
To the wind
Whispering,
Through the leaves.
The Sun stealing in
Through slatted windows,
Golden ribbons
Of warmth
Across browned skin.
Blood running
In busy,
Concentric circles
Through the ears,
Like shallow waves
Marrying the shores
In a shady cove.
That hour of solitude
Where quiet sings softly
Fluid like rivers
Under moonlit skies.
That stolen hour
When life slows down
To a steady click
Of the clock,
To the steady drumbeats
Of the heart.
That very hour
Is all I need
Peace
Sublime;
Hard-earned
Quiet.
Drift away through
Passages of time
To lands or seas,
Unknown, unseen.
For an hour
Let me be
Something
More than me.
Copyright ©2019 Pradita Kapahi.
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A very beautiful poetry composed.👌👌
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Thank you Sir. Hope you have been doing well 😊 😊
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Achchha hai aur ummid hai aap bhi achche honge….. aisa post aane par mahshush hotaa hai…..n jaane kitne goom ho gaye ….pataa nahi kaise honge.
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😂 😂 😂 Main toh lapata ho he gayi thi. Socha jo jo mila, sabse haal pooch loon 😊
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Aise hi beech beech me aate rahiye…Ishwar aap sabon ko khush rakhen.
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Aapki shubhkaamnaon ke liye shukriya. Aapko bhi best wishes 😊
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Apki shubhkamnaon ke liye shukriya. Regards 🙏
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👏👏
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This is so nice as I can relate it to myself… I never lose the chance of taking siesta whenever I come across… 😛 And taking a nap also reduces the stress and I feel refreshed… 🙂 🙂
Very well penned… Beautiful creation indeed…
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Thanks a lot. Who doesn’t sleep 😀 😀
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Yup…. Indeed… Sleeping is a fundamental right… 🙂 🙂 😛
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One ofthe best pieces of writing i ca. E across
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Thank you so much. That means a lot 🙂 🙂
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