By Richa Tripathi
The beauty of that day when Dandelion found its way
Perhaps thought too much but that haven is such
That the safe place we dug was just under our rug
The calyx of the flower maybe held it tight in shower
Maybe all the times I gasped were there so I grasped
The synonym of life is walking on the knife
Maybe that is what they preached before I reached
The conclusion of the skies that I thought was all lies
That the serenity that stands blur was just a mirror
The glimpse of heaven I see after seven
Is not beside the star but the calm after war...
By Richa Tripathi
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