184.During A Pensive Mood Poem by rajagopal haran

You are my sweet flower
With soul deposit here
Can see the laughter of beings
In your brimming smile
Free and fair
wild and catchy
Stepping stone to sweet feelings
Can feel the sound so gentle and soft
Out valuing other utilities
With your simple assertion of beauty
Glory of my soul
Blooming at my window
Not the myriad blossom
At the gates of the spring breeze
Energy line of the blood that is dead!
Shiver of delight electrical
Passing chills thro’ the spine as ever
Upon touching anything
That is your so-called possessions!
Ye powerhouse of my progeny
Solace of my solitude
Painter’s choice with vignette of hues
Finding a place of honor so rare
Difficult to part even in my dreams

1.5.2008