I am delighted to see my poem ‘ The Mirror’ published on the Free Verse Revolution. I am extremely thankful to the EIC Kristiana Reed for considering and accepting my work. It gives me immense pleasure and pride to share space with such talented writers.
You can read my full poem here.
I was wearing red robe
Like a model of Yves Saint Laurent,
The fragrance was uniformed and desperate
With a touch of satisfying beauty,
My hands were freezing at zero degree
At that time,
The nature is in harmony imagining the symphony band,
the leaves are dancing to the tunes of love.
The tree is bold and young, admiring his branches
from top to bottom, the love is uniting the branches
with the tree. The roots are as intense as love of his desire,
a representation of his commitment towards mother land.
But he is afraid of his grandeur, not willing to separate from
his small branches. The cruel fellow man brings an innovative
plan of palace in the wonderland, don’t slash the branches for the
lust of money. The branches have divine soul of giving shed
to many animals and beings. Sad is nature in the loss of harmony,
the lush greenery is turning pale and the leaves are dead in agony.
Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar
Daily Prompt: Branch
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