Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 431 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Pollen - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

We arise from blooms.
Into soil we roil.
Some seat on they eye.
Your eye ever awake.
Never a batting.
The eye of the eternal.
Spiritual chemistry, nay should I say alchemy?
Magic of times, black, white and grey.
Blooms erupt, rainbows leaping across time.
From our dust blooms the lotus.
The times of all times.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 28, 2013

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