Sometimes…



A dewy, ambrosial morning 
I soar the sky
High above cliffs and forests
Across the horizons
Slicing through those dawny clouds
Till twilight breaks.
What is being infused into me
Drop by drop
Is beyond contemplation.
What if I sprinkle a few drops
In my barren accomodation ?

~ Smita Ray

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