latest poem . quite philosophical !

padma*


On a quiet lake
She was born
With lovely petals
Towards the colorful world.

Glowing sun
Looking his face in the
Seeping snow on the
Floating leaves

The aesthetic rays
Recreating rainbow
To please the mind
To calm the heart

The peevish wind
Stuck near to her
Reincarnates as a breeze
To cool the thoughts

Enjoying everything
Without absorbing anything
The implicit non-adhesive nature
Keeps her always fresh

This unique perspective
The non-sticky approach
To the surroundings
A boon given by the God
Or even God learned it from her!

One born rom her
One holds her on his navel
culture adopted her
As a symbol
Saints trying to catch her view.

Without this ideal eyes
Peace will not nurture here
Without this ideal nature
wars will not decay here.

But the spiritual war continues
He,who got the view is the arrow
The cosmic soul the bow
And the destination .....
Nothing but salvation.





padma......the sanskrit word for lotus