The Calm Soul Poem by J T Jayasingh

How rarest is the calm soul
Of a little lady,
No vibration of any emotion
Could be traced on the surface,
You have to patiently wait
And gaze long like a bird watcher
To get a little glance
And to read a thin line of smile
At the fringe of the juicy, rosy lips.
The motherly calmness of the face
May have oodles of love,
Of humble sweetness and secrets
Neatly packed within
Only a gentle heart
Deserves to fetch it.

It gives the thrill
Of an alchemist
To excavate this soul,
These rarest calm faces made
Poets to forget the pains of life,
These deep souls with their
Gentle impalpable warmth
Made philosophers to meditate
It seems all the secrets of life,
All joys and pains are here to explore!
- J T Jayasingh