The cracked flower vase The scourges of poverty, The evils of this world, The scouring pains, The twisting and turning adventures Of highs and lows Never made her look As though lightning had struck her. A loving messiah Nailed outrageously, She feared not, The rumbling from the earth Nor the wall of wave That came crashing. Never showed she her vulnerability In any dire situation, Manoeuvring every move, Always grounded With least fuzz over things. Sometimes enigmatic,euphoric at other times, Travelling in a web Of untangled truths, With unearthly sensation In the parallax of consciousness, She felt that her work Was to discover the world And then with all her heart, Give herself to it, As Buddha said. She knew deep in her mind And deeper still in her heart That beautiful flower vase that she was, Prey of jealousy,she was irreversibly rejected And rejection coupled with jealousy Because of her beauty, The water that she held And especially the flowers That she kept fresh, Had made a crack On her wall. She thought of Titanic, Though sinking to the depth, The rear of her body Soared high into the sky. She thought of the crack she had And prayed for endurance, She had many more flowers to hold And give strength To their frail stems For the ugly will perish And things of beauty Will remain joys for ever. Pramila Khadun.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Apr 2014 06:29:51 +0000
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