By Punya Goswami
In a quaint cottage by the hill,
A girl resides, serene and still.
Her silence, a melody of quiet grace,
In solitude, she finds her sacred space.
Imagination blooms in the hush,
A garden of dreams, where thoughts rush.
Each whispered breeze, a secret muse,
In the tranquil quiet, creativity infuse.
Her eyes, windows to a world untold,
Reflections of stories, silently unfold.
In the depth of solitude, she finds delight,
A symphony of thoughts, dancing in the night.
Silken threads of silence weave,
A tapestry of dreams, only she perceives.
Through the meadows of her contemplation,
Sprouts a garden of profound meditation.
A cottage girl, with a heart so free,
In the cocoon of silence, she lets it be.
Her world, a canvas of quiet sensation,
Painted with the hues of silent imagination.
In a cottage nestled 'neath the trees,
A girl dreams of a world at ease.