Move on

The warmth of the bed holds me there
But I leave those mushy dreams there

Twinkling nights intoxicating fire flies
Embracing sunshine losing moony ties,

Getting drenched in the rain so wet,
Bidding rain ‘good bye’ I don’t wait;

Seasons of life change their colors fast,
I enjoy ‘today’ forgetting the ‘passed’ past;

Butterfly flying from one flower to other,
Relishing the nectar of ‘today’s flower’;

Not looking behind, the water stream races,
‘Moving on’ not looking at the path it traces..

Copyright 2016 Chitkala Mulye (Chitkala Aditosh

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