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
There is no goodness bigger
than that we spot in others,
There is no bigger evil
than that we generate
by our own hands,
There is no bigger holiness
than that we see in someone's heart,
There is no bigger sin
than that we plot in our mind.
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