Monday, 7 November 2011

WILD FLOWER


Oh budding wild flower


Unfolding into unknown reality


Do you ever see the colors of life?


Not potted by concepts, or watered by love


You smile and sway; without wondering why or how


Hounded by flies and swarmed by bees


What nurtures you, but the coldness of the breeze!


With Petals reaching out to the unseen heavens


Without thoughts and minds to hinder you


Oh budding wild flower


How happy you seem !

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