The Beam

The beam came gently, in the tender night,
Pulling out my Self, with all it’s magnetic might.
Resisting the haul, it managed me to sway,
Carrying to a place, brimming with enchanted light.

Defying myself, without moving away,
Awestruck, I stood amidst resplendent hay!
Was it ElDorado? The land of gold?
For, yellow sheen was all over the way!

A river of gold, as in stories I was told!
Shimmering and rippling, through the mountain fold!
Breeze blew, swaying flowers with golden hue!
What a glorious sight, it was to behold!

Mesmerised I stood perceiving, as time flew.
My Master emerged, through lustre fresh as dew!
Emanating peace, radiating love, granting grace.
The beam had pulled me to paradise, now I knew!

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Shristee Singh

Shristee Singh is a writer and a blogger by passion. She loves penning poetry and prose. Her
stories have been featured on various platforms as well as she has won 100 words stories
occasionally. She has also authored level 2 books for children on Storyweaver.
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