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
Some fighting
to douse fire in the belly,
Some in the mind,
Some in the heart,
Some in the soul,
All fighting for food, knowledge, love,
And these sire a concoction of ambition
to breed, greed, anger, fear, insecurity.
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