ഗുൽമോഹർ

Whereas, I’m walking through the meadows.. All the flora spring forth, streams swell.. Surrounded by the warmth of sunshine.. In a blooming field of white roses.. I’m among the most beloveds, my pals.. Though sometimes the thorns pricks me.. It’s delicious to be among the roses.. Calling back the hues of friendship.. Recollecting the scent of eternal friendship.. I lay awake, wallowing in the memories.. Which I cherished; treasured in my heart.. For my entire life. …… Whereas, a nightmare knocks me down.. That I’m walking through a tunnel.. Not like the one Alice fall.. A dark, stinky, funky, with an acerbic smell.. Of disappointments, of hatred, of accusations.. And I was walking through, towards the light.. Of the fireflies, and there were a thousand.. I want to be one, among them, to glow.. To be swallowed by the flame, by the corona.. …… I galloped, cantering myself to be in center.. With my wounded soul and bleeding heart.. Ah ...