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
Go to some little shrine of love
where even eagles turn dove,
And light a lamp,
Carry it to your life’s camp,
Hold it
from the wind’s hit,
Keep it safe, the glow,
The joyous flow,
Walk slow,
Rejoice
this lovely choice.
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