Strings Of Fate

By Ananya Kumari

: Indistinct chatters of the world, now indifferent to me,

  putting the world on mute, tuning into the rhythm of nature,

  All I could hear was birds chirping with glee.

: Turning a blind eye to the skyscrapers tearing the sky,

stepping out of the hustle, grabbing my pencils tight.

Fixing my gaze on the enchanting falls crystal clear,

unfurling the beauty on papers, yet to be painted there.

: Running far away from the busiest roads,

untying the laces, stepping barefoot in the meadows.

Dragging myself away from the hectic load,

turning my eyes to a perspective much broad.

: Nature has been the origin of fables and poems,

a place where mysteries and legends have bloomed.

With a fondness inside for the nature surrounded,

separated from the world, yet deep inside, we are bonded.

By Ananya Kumari