No More Voyage

No more voyage,
No journey.
I'll sit here,
In the cozy lap
Of my room.
The first ray of the
Sun will drip
In my winter-nibbled
Decaying heart!
I'll knit a scene
Within, day and night.
A hut, the shady coconut
Trees, my quiet yard,
The ever-flowing brook
Underneath--all will
Tell me the story of
Happiness...once upon a time
There was....a lass...

Do not ask me to get out-
Side of my home and hearth.
I'll sit here in the cozy
Lap of my eternal bliss.

poem by Nilakshi Das
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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