Beauty Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

A great gift that is,
Every next moment is clueless.
On a deep wintry forest trail,
sudden entry in a glade
-and getting your piece of azure.
Meeting rough, red, damp earth
beneath your feet and a memory-bird
fluttering hidden colours.
What's next? 'Next is nothing'
-words of a wise man.
May be so, next is growing a bit
with a ticking curiosity
in your heart...and craving
for a tranquil beauty.
Coming moments are hundreds,
thousands clues, coming
to embrace you. To change you