The solitary Lotus
With exquisite petals,
Beaming on water surface
Of my murky village pond.
Like the noble eightfold paths,
It openes its petals,
To awakening truths,
With rise of every sun.
Wavering with the waves,
When breeze rustles through,
Firm on its attached stem,
Portraying Purity, Faithfulness,
Progress and Prosperity,
Again to sink into water,
As Sun goes down.
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