Woods

Traveling through the woods tonight,

I met my old mate in the sky.

I remember that I had not breathed in the fresh air

since long,

not spent some time alone.

Through the woods, I drove back to the memory lanes,

I recalled the secrets shared to my old mate.

He shines in the sky, my ‘secret keeper’,

who even doesn’t reveal to the stars with which it shines.


Seyashree Mohapatra

Seyashree Mohapatra

A writer and a poet by birth. follow my writing on emotions and reflections

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