Without poetic seed there won't be prose. The entire network of branches, twigs, flowers, fruits and leaves is nothing but a commentary on the small poetic seed. So all ye wannabe writers, nurture the poet in you, who understands the value of pause in life, who moves slowly to watch everything, sight and smell everything. Brushstrokes of poetry softly touch the soul without disrupting its restful muse and bring out nuggets of love, compassion, harmony and peace. All content © Sandeep Dahiya
Flowers are abloom
in springy riotous passion.
Snow melting on the peaks
and the valleys abuzz with
fresh leaves and regenerated dreams. Colorful birds spraying chirpy notes around.
Come fella come!
Come out of dispassion and cavernous glum!
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