The Sleeping Beauty, Alfresco

August 07, 2015 poetry 2 Comments

I watched her face
that was laden with peace and grace,
No smile, no tear,
no prejudice, debates and no fear.

She laid there with absolute no vanity,
holding her mother terra-firma, close to heart.
cocooned in her bosom,
she rests.

Ah! the sleeping child of humanity.
Who is she, we all wonder?
A tiresome wanderer or a lost traveler?
catnapping in absolute trance,
in hibernation or deep slumber?
Who is she? I too wonder.

She reposed as if she was never awake before.
snuggled, as if it were her natural abode.
holding the twigs, wearing the floral decor.
calm, enchant, enamor.
forest have raised her
Greens have nurtured,
trees have fed and
winds have pampered

Hush! walk slow
lest you may not wake her
Hush! Talk no more,
let her cherish, her sweet slumber.

The Sleeping Beauty,
Enchanting, pristine, Amore!
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