Soul Finds Solace

By Sayok Sarkar

I dream of places of awe and wonder,

A house near a lake,

The mighty mountains old and green glancing at me overhead;

Winds, lamenting over the forgotten dead, kept on wheezing loud,

The petals of a distant white flower settled mourning on the grave;

I tread slowly on the old pier that made a creaking noise,

I sat on the edge of it and smelled the earthy moss;

I put my feet inside the lake to feel the still chilling water,

But this gloominess was ended by the sound of bubbling water;

Little Molly flexing and swimming back and forth,

“Oh! So colorful!”, my Heart cried – “Exactly”, my Soul thought!

Curious about my feet it was gurgling in and out,

Jumping and dancing and wondering about the nature with innocence;

As the sun was setting down I went into a wood so dense,

I found a place to sit and admire the fireflies' menace;

The birds singing and chirping to call its young ones home;

Clouds overhung the sky, soft pitter-patter on the leaves,

Raindrops dripping tickling my ears calmed my fatigue;

I slept slowly to wake again to the honking of the cars filled with flashing city lights,

Where skyscrapers competed to reach great new heights;

I wish to go again to that mystic place,

Where my Soul finds solace.

By Sayok Sarkar