Drops And Smiles Poem by Ella Goodman

Tender bloom in swamp she grew,
Once tear drops rolled down her brow,
Strolling down His usual lane,
Lord He noticed the pearl drop in vain,
He gently stroked the timid lass, asked He,
'In whose grimace thou shed precious drops? '.

Wonder struck Lotus looked up in pain,
Her eyes spoke of pent up disdain,
In husky chime spoke she thus,
'Lord why I grow in grime and swamp?
Pretty I look all men they cry,
Then why do I dwell in marshy lime?
What penance thou call for thee,
To relieve my soul to thrive on lush green lea?

The Lord He smiled in soft radiant love,
In twinkling gaze He held his choicest Jove,
'What glory shines to thrive on jeweled lea,
True beauty dwell in darknesses cleave,
What joy there lies to spring in glowing hearth?
True soul are ones that light the gloomy dark,
See The pearl thrive in ugly shell,
Diamond born from rotten grains,
Greatness lies not in blissful clime,
Precious souls they thrive in abandoned mime,
Thus I set thee to light up the marsh,
Lend thy beauty to ugly dark.'

Lotus she thus grew pink in shame,
Not to feel her precious claim
'Forgive me O lord to doubt in thy send
Promise I to bloom with joy in fen
To spread life and love with holy grace.'
Thus tender bloom she grows all bright,
Nature's craft she rules divine,
Man and his might all fail thus before,
When smiles The Lotus in self possessed glow.