The Poem

I still remember your first sight,
Making me feel excited and calm at the same time.

Unfolding my thousands of hidden expressions, yet I was speechless.

Making me humble, yet strong enough to gather all my pieces that were fallen apart.

The joy witnessed never before,
As if you came alive talking to me in the form of whistling winds, chirping birds, and bustling stream.

And I was just standing there like a rock on a cliff or a tall tree standing still,
Listening to your whispers..

And together, in that moment, we formed a jungle of peace hidden far away from the mad crowd,
Gradually turning into a poem,
Only a few can read.

The Poem

Author: Hariom PrabhakarSingh

Finding solace in travel and writing.

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