It is pain
gives life warmth,
depth.
Sensitivity
comes alive at the very roots
One's own pain
Truth's bondage
Feeding vision
Nourishing feeling
Heart's darling
cuddling and curling
Pangs of love
Songs of dove
Joys of call
Rise and fall
Priceless treasures
Springtime pleasures
Enfolded lotus-like
In soft heart-petals
Sense of life dawns on
Let laugh float from lips of Dream!
By Sharad Rajimwale
Jodhpur, India
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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