Swairik Das Poetry

- Limpid élan -

Every morning I wake up
I feel my day adore –
Anew rays of first light
Afresh my mind, cleansed soul –
A new beginning to endure.

Yester memoir enclosed agone
Today to face more –
A whole day unrevealed
Fostered withal by elation.

Walked my way
With anew hope
Destiny wished crystallized.

Aspired aspect
Limpid élan…

Tranced.

Poet: Swairik Das