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Poem - With Open Senses

Updated on December 22, 2015

The birds dwell upon the trees

With promising melodies from their beaks,

Chirping in delight,

Spreading dazzling light

To those who believe

Hiding in this world, there’s glowing harmony to achieve.

I’m here, sitting, with open senses,

Ogling at the mesmerizing trees,

Conscious of the tickling whisper of the wind.

I see girls, holding hands;

Cats licking their shiny furs.

Witnessing these simple things, I’m aware.

It seems calm, but not really.

The society is a sadist, very ‘meanie’.

Yet, here in my sanctum, still waiting

Even if time’s ‘forever’ goes flying.

Delicate harmony, I’ll always be waiting.


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