Mantra

Poetry is the mountain 
where I meditate 
in the crest 
of calmness.
Poetry is the rope
I grip with hope
when fierce tornadoes
gobble up the sunshine
and there is existential crisis.
Poetry is the moonlight
arranging a romantic ambience
for all my solo dinner dates.
Poetry is the universal donor
donating a reason 
to quarantine myself
when a pandemic 
is simmering in the air.
Poetry is the history left in me,
poetry is the reflection of my aspirations,
poetry is the backbone of my soul.

©songbriti

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