Losing Peace Is Not Worth... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Losing Peace Is Not Worth...
I saw you tilling the land with hands,
I saw you tilling the mind with thoughts,
I saw you tilling the heart with love,
I saw you tilling the laptop with strokes.
Tilling is a skill to mill the will until,
The old will shrieks to be the new skill,
Tilling is a tool: let us till the sky until,
Tilling of knowledge conspires with tranquil.
A skill to mill the will until. A great line. Words full of great meaning. Thank You
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4/26/2024 2:55:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Till, till, and till, till seeds are sown and they sprout. Maybe it is worth it.