Treasure Island

Dr Hitesh Sheth

(Birth Place: Earth)

A Flow of Grace


Yeah!
Slow and Slow
ye stare
with eyes-
eyes innocent
as doe

Slow and Slow
you emptied
my cup
A cup
of woe

Slow and Slow
ye vanquished
my foes
hidden
inner foes

Slow and Slow
Ye pour
A wine of joy
in a goblet
with glow

Slow and Slow
Ye stamp
my cells
from
head to toe

Slow and slow
Ye weed out
ignorance
with your
divine hoe

Slow and slow
Ye open
petals
of my mind
for glorious show

Slow and slow
you rescued
me from claws
A dangerous
Maya's claws

Slow and slow
you weeded
out my flaws
habitual
mortal flaws

Slow and slow
Ye brought me
under yoke
A yoke
of divine law

Slow and slow
please come
in my life
with your
majestic flow

Because
Our separation
waiting on death row
our rendezvous
hot desert in a
storm of snow



Dr Hitesh C Sheth

26/01/2009

Submitted: Monday, January 26, 2009
Edited: Monday, February 04, 2013

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