Like a lantern in the night sky that on a zephyr floats;
In the empyrean garden, I let my hopes float too.
The sylvan charms of life, coax my surrender
But, I nurture a dream; I aspire to be.

Buoyed by the melody that the gentle breeze sings,
My marauding vision seeks, minstrel like.
I let the vision roam free, let it rise higher on hope
For, I nurture a wish; I aim to do.

Image – Sharon McCutcheon via unsplash

About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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