A metaphor #NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo 2020

I travelled afar in search of a metaphor,
 and found it wrapped with moist leaves,
delicious outpourings, fill the room,
with new and old melodies,
 memories play to the tunes,
 peeping through the cracked walls,
 touching the heart's core,
and wild daisies still bloom.

Slowly, the wind blows,
 and turns the page of
 "Paulo Coelho's" "Manuscript of Accra".
 I read it long time ago.
 It was all happening in the now.

 Just then a paper fell down,
 I opened its folds.
 Yasss!! A verse untold.

 On every special occasion, it rains.
"There is some good in everything."
"This too shall pass."
Clean mirror wisdom.
Weeds were bearing
 the burden of feather.
 To others, it was light.

 Coming out of shell,
 she, whose name is Berry,
shall keep spreading light, in healthy spirit,
and keep glowing, as love knows no bounds.
 Quiet Ocean!
 I have written the facts I found by digging deep, hands smell of Rose.
 "Ajeeb tha na?"
My cup of tea is waiting
for a deep conversation
as I finish cracking a metaphor.
~payal