Wandering Dairies

I guess it is in the moments where eternity meets with life. Extensions in the worldly realms are subject to misery. 

I hope my eyes never re-register the spring that bloomed in the fertile garden of July. For October too had some windows to open and December comes with a different carnival each year. 

Until then, some pilgrims I see every year 
Visit with burning naked feet and soaring yearning voices 
Comes to the door of the precise lord 
Oh what a heart you got!
That reside in the same God
For I still wonder 
Why stop the wander?

___Wandering Dairies Of Priyanka Koley ___