A CLUE OF THE UNSEEN

It’s the place where the night falls,
and where the dream day grows.
It’s the land where drops drop,
and drown to the core.
It’s the air which makes me breezy and cool,
on the green globe with a huge pool.
It’s the sky with tiny embellishments,
garnishing my visual treat.
It’s the place where man evolved,
lost and left, living in street.

I wonder what this place is?
with glowing gifts and nurtured bliss.

This piece is not a tribute to nature and earth,
but a true imagination indeed.

It can be the past that has gone afar,
no glimpse of it,
just imagination indeed!

BY: AASHI KULSHRESTHA