Flowers
Cast against the blue sky
A flower is a figure with an
aura of presence;
Its scintillating color wrapped
in gentle contours,
Sculptured with a spectrum of
petals and a stem,
Forming an enigmatic shape -
A piece of human heart
hanging for a moment,
But evocative of eternity.
Human heart looks for things
which please it:
Images of desire echoing beauty,
love, truth, God;
Immortality, transcendence,
principles, reason.
A flower has all these and more.
A flower is a peep into human
heart:
Effervescent with longings for
beauty and truth.
A flower never lies, it has
no guilt to hide.
It is a longing frozen on the
wing-tips of time;
It is a dream never realized,
But whose idea is immortalized
in consciousness:
A memory whose residue echoes
in the farthest recess of personal time,
An idea inscrutable in its meaning.
A flower is an icon and essence
of our existence.
When we look at a flower,
We do not attempt to understand
it –
We just experience it.
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