I was standing on the bank
It was blooming far away
Still I could feel its glory
As its petals were made of light.
Light pure, soft and golden
Shining like afternoon sun
Its fragrance was reaching me
Conquering the stench of mud.
All around it was a pond
Full of mud and decay
I could see the serpents
Slithering in that pond, hissing.
Then I saw a golden hand
Reaching down from heaven
To softly pick up that flower
And disappear again.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
4 comments:
I've noticed something that I appreciate in you; you see the beauty and the best in most of the things in this world.
Keep that alive! Keep writing!!!
dear ajey,
i too try to keep this eye alive, though it has lost its vision quite amply with wisdom. :) but still i try to keep it alive.
thanks a lot for reminding me to nurture it.
dear ajey,
my blog is not private, it is visible to every one.
what will the invitation will be for?
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