Carrying the load of fog
as the Earth often moved out
and craved for a smack of sunshine
so did I,
while carrying the load of sorrow
only craved for a smack of sunshine
no butterflies 're seen around
for which since long I pined
but a marigold 's enough to lift my soul
when it swayed its head to and fro
and smilingly shrugged off the dew
with the gust of chilly wind when blew
and in tandem it stepped steps one or two
lo! It saved my time too
and I smilingly shrugged off my sorrow
and stepped out into a better morrow.
©Prafulla Kr. Panda, India.
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