
A remainder of the lost sea
A child’s delightful collection
are pebbles sculpted by nature

A remainder of the lost sea
A child’s delightful collection
are pebbles sculpted by nature
The pink beauty graces the still pond
With its shy appeal
The Lotus has a fragrance,
Pure and unique
Unlike the splendid rose
Or the enticing Jasmine
Do you want access to the Lotus?
Then you have to enter murky water
Nothing valuable comes your way
Unless you soil your legs
Or give your heart to it
I traveled down the never-ending road,
surrounded by heavy trees,
as huge branches leapt forward
trying to kiss the window,
but were swept back to their place
by some unseen force.
Love birds, feeding each other,
peeked from their hiding,
to stare at the strange vehicle.
A small pond invited the gaze
with irresistible clear water
and huge hills occupied the way forward,
magnificent, untouchable and mystical.