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Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Secret Joys Of Solitude

I waded into myself
To pluck the lotus that has bloomed.

The pond was deep
And filth was around
My legs got stuck
And refused to take forward steps.
Crestfallen,I walked back
To meet Tagore-
The enlightened poet.
"Thee has still wonders
Left for me"
Said my heart
When he gave me a lotus.

As I sat in silence
In the air filled with its fragrance
Once again in my secret joy
I felt Thy gentle touch..

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