Divya Johar Poems

When I was five, playing in our garden one evening,
with the cool breeze brushing upon my cheeks,
the soft feel of the lush green grass blades against my hands,
the fresh fragrance of the flowers and the clear blue skies,
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The Laburnum Tree in front of my home, with its glorious yellow flowers like the radiance of sunshine, amongst the lush green leaves.
The breeze often carries these flowers to my doorstep like an illuminated carpet of yellow hues.
As I step out, I look forward to the beautiful Laburnum tree, experiencing the oneness of spirit and soul with the divinity of nature.
Yellow the color of emotions, glows on my little son, my Little Krishna.
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Not atop a hill, nor in a religious place,
Not a leader, nor a sage in a hermitage,
Not a king, nor a healer prima facie,
But in my Son, lies my Guru!
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