Monday, July 2, 2018

Dreams of reality




A tiny piece of land stood,
In the bright blue sea.
The tall and authentic tress of Palm,
Swayed with the wind that brought about calm.
The birds let out their euphonious chirps.
The grass was fresh every morning with the drops of dew and joy
The Island was happy.
So was she.
This was her home.
It was like a cozy and fluffy blanket which protected her soul from the merciless world of the sea.
It was a cocoon which protected this little butterfly.
Her soul felt safe, and she was content.
She wasn’t alone.
Everything on the island was a part of her.
She wished for nothing to change.

But change is inevitable.
One fateful morning,
The bright sunshine turned inky.
And the dynamic sky cried.
The trees stopped swaying.
And the girl stopped smiling.
Each part of her was deteriorating.
And her state was heart-breaking.

The waves of the deadly sea shot up high.
And gulped the island of her dreams.
They took her with them.
She sunk, she drowned, but she floated too.
She balanced with the ups and downs of the sea.

This poem is basically a representation of what my friends and I are feeling after leaving our school. The island is our dear school and the sea is the world we are venturing into.

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