The place where my soul breathes | Poetry on Library
Please read and enjoy the work of a amazing writer.
Million words spilling out
Pulling me into its wondrous land,
The hidden stories shouting loud
Grabbing me within through a magic wand.
Heaps and piles lying inside the door
With beautiful paintings decorated on wall
Plenty of them scattered still I long for more
Maybe with them, my heart has a lovely fall
The irresistible aromatic fragrance
From those old dusty pages,
Tells the tale of remembrance
That are buried since ages.
And when to the silent words you hear
Those act of brave warrior,
Though beginning brings you shear queer
The glorious end removes all the barrier.
– Sonia Motwani