Panacea

By Ansh Thakur

Look at the sky, emulating the quenched lake

As it blows the wind to make the water nake.

Look at the day, flaring with all its grace

As it bows for the night, and its stars to lace.

Look at the night, wondering with a million gaze

As it pilfers the light, but sets the orbs ablaze.

Look at the clouds, weeping for a warm embrace

As their teras fall on the parched soil, and caress.

I look at the nature, writing her lessons and ways

My verses’d someday, her lessons will never abrase. By Ansh Thakur