Essence of Bliss

By Palak Vaishnav

“Creamy tinted mounds 

turns supple, soon after a soft squish, 

As the caress weakens the trembling knees

Eyeing the glimmer, I go after the earthy scent 

Crusty corals being parted 

Head fallen back,

Seeking feathers, running into the dead shells,

faded into oblivion

A leaflet falls” 🍃

By Palak Vaishnav