The Solace of My Soul- By Ritaja Bose

 

 The Solace of My Soul

 

The grass looks way greener over there

Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature

Stop trying to calm the storm, the storm will pass.

The leaves in the shore,

Inching closer to my heart

An afternoon breeze calms me down,

The cherry blossom tree casting the shadow on my lawn.

The children playing around, joys my heart.

Oh, you are lost!

In the silence of the thunder.

May this dream come around.

To rise up and step down daily

And fall down with the teary eyed,

Quietly waiting for the day.

When I close my eyes and return in the garden of my dreams,

Hope is the thing with feathers. which preaches my soul now.