The drops fall,
gently
oh! the sound,
of a soft steady fall
a constant fade-fall,
rhythmic.
Oh! the waves of sound, sensation and smell.
Submerged in that warm cascade,
I cannot think...
Eddying swirls,
carrying dry brown leaves, dry flowers,
and in the silence,
tiny muddy globes
mimicking a mini cosmos,
and the ever changing patterns in the mud.
You should stand still, unmoving
not protest,
just give in...
That's when the peace descends,
upon you, upon your soul
Divine benediction!
About the Author
Dr. Bhuvaneshwari Shankar
Joined: 07 May, 2014 | Location: Chennai, India
I have a long association with English Language, it's literature and teaching, with a doctoral degree in Literature from Osmania University, and a Diploma in ELT from EFLU. There was a break in my studies due to an early marriage but I returned t...
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