Tuesday, November 10, 2020

Few poems

The water lily 

 When I look at the water lily 
She asks me to look at the pond 
I keep staring at her... 
She is that beautiful 

 A wink 

 Even the gloomy tranquil mountain,
 the paragon of stillness 
was stunned 
when a petal fell off a mountain rose 

To Listen to it's untold stories of centuries,
I became silent, 
silent than the dark mountain.....

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