A gentle breeze
visited me as I turned to sleep;
a chance guest
in the summer heat,
bringing with it sighs
of a city settling in.
A gentle breeze
spoke unto me,
secrets of the Elysian Fields;
the vastness of the ocean ridge
carrying with it scents of
the distant shores and open beach,
teasing me
as I slept in dreams,
of places I had never seen,
nor could I ever see.
And thus, I lay
in brooding melancholy,
till day broke me free
of my gloom and misery.
Always a stranger, I to the world
and the world,
beyond my reach.
Soumyarupa Das
B.A (Hons) Political Science
(Edited by Debaruna and Pallavi
Art Curated by Devangana)
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