I can share with you all the joys that the colours
and fragrances of the blossoms spread,
The bright jubilation of the early morning rays
amid the epic canvas of the setting sun....
The cool dream-world of silver moon-light
star-light-drenched
notes of love-lorn birds stirring among
breeze-filled boughs....
The dews trembling on the edges
of jasmine petals
fill our hearts with quiet content
A mesmerized span that binds us together...
How can I share with you the spiraling circles that the moon
of another year threw around me...?
The fragile leaf detaching itself
from mother branch and floating down
quietly - so slow! -
The years lie shrouded in the swirling
mists of time
They are no use now....
But they formed
My time present
How can I share with you
That?
by Sharad Rajimwale
Jodhpur, India
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