Listening Within
A Aniruddha Pathak
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The chatter around put on the mute,
I hailed heart to listen to soul's lute,
Creative spikes to spurt,
Mind mindful and alert,
More present, systems to get reboot;
And then heard a voice curt,
Don't daisies rise from dirt?
Let winds blow from every unknown route,
Let thousand sprouts from all around shoot.
From chaos is born calm,
Chaos has its own charm.
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Tongue-in-cheek | 07.02.2017 |
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