The Vision

The Vision

The dark starling-like Clouds,

Rise like a tempest at midnight.


I stand, devoured by a vision,

The burden of tomorrow,

That is so consuming


How do we sing our songs of Love and innocence?

In this world,

Crippled by treachery and deception,

Piercing thorns into joyful desires.


I am here, I am now.

But the wild tempest is my soul

And all it consumes is mine!



Aseem Sharma

Content Manager, curator, editor & corporate trainer - I can entertain, explain & train with sublime content. I'm also an avid technology enthusiast, hailing from a science background

3y

this is mesmerisingly deep & epically penned by a charming author!

Pragya Mishra

Helping Businesses WIN with the power of Marketing | Social Media Marketer | Digital Marketer

3y

I just love how creative you are. Keep up the great work Yavanika Kaushal!

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