She and Her World

Reshna Shrestha
The Zerone
Published in
3 min readDec 19, 2022
Pieces together make a whole her
Pieces together make a whole her

Repetition not for monotony but the ecstasy it induces.

By Martha Graham

Blooming flowers
Flowers Blossom

From bud to flower and to wither, she witnessed abode adorn and insipid,

Lives she sees and perceives repetition all around her, and this preserves the world.

The tranquility she enjoys doing her work, that fills elucidation in her soul,

While she discerns “the tell-tale heart”, she murmurs, “Oh monotony, How pretty you’re”!

The loop role of the sun & the moon
The loop role of the sun & the moon

The sun shines all day long, makes lives blossom and burgeon, provides a motive to learn,

When dusk arrives, the gleaming sun hints the moon to take its turn, and shimmer the dim.

The pearly moon safeguards us in the pitch-black night, welcomes the sun when dawn arrives,

While she discerns “the tell-tale heart”, she murmurs, “Oh monotony, How pretty you’re”!

Seasonal iteration keeping Earth alive
Seasonal iteration keeping Earth alive

Spring, summer, fall, and winter, how beautifully they flow into one another,

Thanks to the routine they abide by to nurture poise and prevent the planet from plunging.

Beauties possessed by each of them, idyll hearts, bring placid, and lead millennium dream,

While she discerns “the tell-tale heart”, she murmurs, “Oh monotony, How pretty you’re”!

Time & Work Supremacy
Time & Work Supremacy

Excitements they find on chasing adventure each new day, states monotony a prosaic,

She finds her routine stairs to triumph over her yearnings, escorts her grails, and ambit locus she craves.

Oblivious to the hours that pass by, aesthetics she finds at slog, a daily iteration for the euphoria that provides,

While she discerns “the tell-tale heart”, she murmurs, “Oh monotony, How pretty you’re”!

She & Her World
She & Her World

Spending six consecutive days between home and work, an elegant societal wallflower,

The delicacy of miniature acts, and their eminence, of course, are keys to attaining life’s purpose.

The weekend arrives, and gets her a hiatus, a swap, possibly something she craved which helps her prepare for another day,

While she discerns “the tell-tale heart”, she murmurs, “Oh monotony, How pretty you’re”!

-By Reshna Shrestha

Joy doesn’t exist in the world, it exists in us.

By Benjamin Franklin

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