Silent and serene, like a new bride.
Shy it is , of public's wanton gaze
Ash covered it lies in a secret blaze.
Although smaller than the smallest
Surely , it is bigger than the biggest.
As it is much nearer than the nearest
So it is much farther than the farthest.
Resplendent it is like midday sunshine
Even as nactarean it is like moonshine.
Tread softly, like the morning breeze
That livens your neighborhood trees.
Talk,yes talk, if talk you must
But let it be, to test your trust
In the nuzzles and cuddles of birds
And the whispers of floating scuds.
Try to experience the presence
That masquerades as absence.
When silence is deep,it becomes tangible
It is the echo from God, never , intangible !
Om Shantih
Ajit Sambodhi.
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