Panacea
An old hut and a dusty path,Two eternal Old friends
Sate together,
With hands in hands;
In a pensive mood;
Like leaf rest on deep silent pond
And waves ruffle its innermost thoughts;
Like life passes in flowing time without any voice
And we hear its noble song without any noise;
Wild and turbulent wind came to them
With eternal question of life and death,
Oblivious to wind's question
Hut gave shelter to tired voyager
And carpet of green grass laid by
Path; took all the pain of wounded feet
Spontaneous love relieves pain forever,
Passing wind gawked in wonder
Before asking question
She found answer
Poetry by Aashish Thakur
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Written on 2006-06-27 at 11:42
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