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A RANDOM LEAF
A walk through the corridors of prayer halls,
crossing the beams of light and shades,
steep ascents over hills and dales,
through mists and blinding rains,
my journeys have brought me a glimpse
of the void within.
The rain and the mists slide over
the hills and the shades of grey.
The opulence of the rain
and the insistence of the green,
that I must stay
a little longer to speak,
to hold a dialogue with the one who listens
whenever I have the need.
A surge of empathy draws,
and I borrow a leaf from the Great Tree of life;
I scribble my thoughts and let the leaf float
in the hope that someday, somewhere
in times of grief, this leaf may reach
randomly some heart in need.
SUSHAMA KARNIK
Apr 11, 2018
Thanks for the image: +Milan Lakić
A walk through the corridors of prayer halls,
crossing the beams of light and shades,
steep ascents over hills and dales,
through mists and blinding rains,
my journeys have brought me a glimpse
of the void within.
The rain and the mists slide over
the hills and the shades of grey.
The opulence of the rain
and the insistence of the green,
that I must stay
a little longer to speak,
to hold a dialogue with the one who listens
whenever I have the need.
A surge of empathy draws,
and I borrow a leaf from the Great Tree of life;
I scribble my thoughts and let the leaf float
in the hope that someday, somewhere
in times of grief, this leaf may reach
randomly some heart in need.
SUSHAMA KARNIK
Apr 11, 2018
Thanks for the image: +Milan Lakić
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