In the heart of a musical beat
Along length of a short breath
In womb of a moment discreet
And deafening silence of death.
In the swirling spin of a top
In the rolling flow of the river
And the mystical plop of a drop
In the timeless gleam and glimmer
In the words buried within; unspoken
In the dreams unthought, unseen
In the heart shattered smashed and broken
In smoke behind the blinding screen
In the expanse of the precipice edge
in speeding minute and fugitive run
In thoughts by the window ledge
in the frozen gaze at the horizon
In shades of spring and fallen leaves
In everything and nothingness
In smiling flowers and buzzing bees
One can find a poem, nothing less.
Nikunj Sharma
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-47/
