It Shines Forth Rare Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Moments of me-nor-mine shine rare,
This truth when dawns the dawn shines rare.
At lightning, look at clouds, sun, rain,
Rare doth shine season's magic there.
Bird or two, sprouts but few— no more,
Grey twigs stand rare, strikingly bare.
Swim deep or shallows, matters less,
Rare expertise shows when you dare.
Rainbows in riots may abound,
Plenitude of plain white shines rare.
Let walls confine and corners cramp,
Homely plain décor still shines rare.
Grudges, getting, greed of gaining,
Rat-race ends, life when shines as never ere.
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Based on a Gujarati poem by Lakshmi Dobaria
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Ghazal | 03.09.2017 |