It was time for my departure,
As I was loaded up Nature’s archer.
And I shot down the clouds, cutting through the sharp cold breeze,
Being pulled down by gravity with sheer ease.
I never knew I could fly,
But that feeling then, made me very very shy.
So shy that it turned the sky red,
As you laid down, looking up on your rose-bed.
I came down descending, with my fate known,
Ready to help those who laid sown.
Gliding past my last few seconds of imagination,
I always knew my journey was better than my destination.
#poetry #bliss #monsoon