An Escapist
Copyright © SHRAVANI MUKHERJEE
Colored imagery on tapestry
En route to fiction and fables
Dreaming unknown away from real
A stare in the magic mirror
Not to face truth, rather the ethereal
The parallel dimension,
Where no time tik-toks
A road carved of florals
No stones or prickly thorns
Silly symphony in every heartbeat
No wise, no king
The birds always happily sing
No ruffles and dries
Theres always spring
Into that realm
The escapist dwells
Threads all myths and fancies
In an unreal moorish heath
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