THE PEACEFUL HUNTER

In the stellar cold January sky,

The Orion holds its sword so high,

Shielding the magnificence of that teeming midnight blue,

All of it's seven stars, they align together.

Though light years apart, they bind together.

An old cushiony chair and a tranquillizing beat,

Sipping some chamomile while crossing my feet.

Beaming without a cause,

Those awe inspiring wintry nights are peace to all my chaos.

- By Aayushi Singh