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
The shine, light and glow from within
peeping through her eyes,
Raising inspiration
to fulfill my dreams,
With fullness of desire in my chest,
if I don’t love myself,
who else will love me?
And if not now, then when?
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