Sunday, June 13, 2010


In the midst of aplenty
She remained in a white robe
Winning the world she lives;
The moon is with in her
Wax and wane in emotions ;
The sun is with in her
Giving the dawn and dusk of life;
Stars twinkling in her
Glittering her inner self.

In the midst of moving ripples
She remained a lotus;
Water makes a wave to move
She remained still;
Wind blows her head to bow
She remained high;
the divine stigma on her petals
Made her suffering magnificent.

Deep from her slumber
She woke up:
Am i in the arms of a charm?

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