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 ...
Ripples Of Love
Selfless acts are like drops.
They create ripples,
Ripples of love.
Ripples of sacrifice.
At times we are too blind to see
What these acts turn out to be
Waves and tornadoes for a cause so pure
Await us in the end, for sure
Yet are we ready to be the drop