Rosmin Elsa Mohan
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I once dreamt of an open field,
The bareness of which alone did shield,
A shadow so frail, in a shadow as such
I thought as much.
I felt it again on my bed at night
Darkness; through which I saw the light
Silence - to feel; and to feel so weak,
Silence, I think I heard her speak.
The crowd through which I made my way,
Gave me a second to poise it through
Shouts around, though I felt them nay,
The Me within, in silence too.
The hours of solace so gifted in tune,
A language unworldly, (beyond the moon!)
To realize it ...
I See You
He walks not in vehement strides
He talks not with pretentious pride
Glee adorns his tiny face
Angelic, in awesome grace
His ways are pure; his prayers just
He fears not of what's to be
He shuts his eyes in an honest plea
Heads bowed in awe to see
Embracing time as it comes