Sumit Datta

Twilight is fading 

Misty evening turning penumbras in to deep shadows.

Fragrance of  anonymous flowers piercing senses.

As I walk through the forest

Phantom fairies start enticing my heart.

From some far galaxies some one watching my path.

My journey 

My soul's destiny.

Thousand distractions and temptations 

Trying to destroy my meditation.

Yet I can not succumb to seductions.

I must exercise my free will to discover my being

My nothingness and the purpose of my journey.

  • Author: Sumit Datta (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 28th, 2023 04:59
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 16

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