Subtle and sublime
A long pilgrimage
I grow and glow within
Blessed, I pray and
Play with words;
I flow sans division
His glory poetises
I metamorphose
He graces my cocoon..
Emotions intertwine;
My sole self wings
The butterfly does shine.
©® Dasharath Naik
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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