The Day, recur every year
To consolidate the past
And foresee the prospect.
I regard it to the core.
I don’t prefer any pageantry
Need no candles and guest entry
Still I need one thing
I regard it to the core
I don’t ask for gold and diamond
Forgo even the warmth and hold
Still I need one thing
I regard it to the core
I accept all excuses and pleas
I ignore even the absence
Still I need one thing
I regarded it to the core.
Let me break the suspense related
It’s a Rose all I need!
Never any can grasp, gives all excuses
I regard it to the core.
The vibrant color, its essence
Hallucination, its fragrance
A touch of sensation from Rose
I regard it to the core.
When invested in worldly affairs
The loss brings melancholy
Silence teaches to willing, a serenity
I regard it to the core.
Now, if I am not offered with the rose
When the 'wait' yeilds no result
This day at last, teaches me tranquility
I regard it to the core.
-vidi-
19-04-08
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Vidi, such a great thought, Each day is a gift, A lesson we forgot! Only a poet's mind and heart, Can inhale the essence of a rose in tranquility, And meditating in silence brings, - wisdom in tranquility! ....I have composed this poem for you, You must be very busy? ! -Raj Nandy