Soul Connection....

Out of seed plant grows.
Tiny bud sprouts and bloom.
Destiny weaves some bonds
As if, to conspire its role. 
The unexpected season 
twigs from life's wing
with unknown reason.
The comforting shade 
wipes traveler's weariness
midst of unforgettable
journey towards grave.
Soul is the mirror 
and reflects connection.
A common womb and matching DNA
No more a requisition.
World may label as strangers
as they are blind with eyes
Yet unbroken string are attached 

so truth beneath remains untouched.

© Maaya Dev