Train of Conscience

Train of Conscience short poem

My conscience ,

it travels through the sky ,

to the music of life.

Where dolphins swim in the sands of time,

My risk floats,

my desires fly high ,

as I sit on the clouds of my dreams,

and flutter it high.

It travels through the pawns of life,

as I stand almost daunted.

It travels , where ships float ,

through the lush landscapes of times,

where the moon rises,

in the foreground of the icy drops of time.

I dwell and ponder in the twilight of my life ,

I think and wonder, have I made it worthwhile.

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Disha Bafna

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A passionate interior and lifestyle product designer ,nurturing unconventional, ideas and projects, my tryst with writing began as a teenager and with every major chapter in life , my rendezvous with poetry got more profound. Poetry keeps me going , faith being the primary base of most of my poems. A person who strongly believes that every miracle realized and every moment well spent , makes life all the more alive. My poems are for those who want to just sit back and relish on the varied slices of life, one slice at a time... Love Disha
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