Treasures Of Life Poem by swatee sripada

Blooming moonlit smiles on pink beds of roses

Dew drops falling down as white pure pearls

Winter stricken land shivering and quivering

With unseen hug of chill and fervor

The sun patiently waiting days and days

The drama and dance of ego to fall down

As flurry fairies from the mid-firmament

Suddenly fury blushes his red face

With thousands of hands as rays

As lasers striking the depth of cold

Melting it down to earth and drinking

Greedily till the last dropp evaporates

The next minute, from the ashes of the grave

Takes birth a new wish as a phoenix

With chirruping and somersault jumping

Whim for living renews as ever with sweet thoughts

Past drops and gets dumped down

Layers of the mind as a basement

Life never turns empty: It’s a magic vessel

Empty it, the next moment it gets filled.