Where there is music filled in nature
why there to weave a tune of sorrow
in strings of one gifted life
In one garland of shining stars
night revels its beauty of secrets,
why day with its golden rays
complains and envies one
oil lamp of a temple restraint.
In one meditating winter,
why do minds gaze, glare at the
orange bright earthern autumn
and puzzle at its gorgeous brightness
When sky remains as the roof top
of one visible truth, why do thoughts
traverse through oceans to find
the infinite end of horizon
from sea shore...
25/12/2008
Rema Prasanaa
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