I find You, not
in any thoughtful script
nor, in muted recital
Yours, are
the other ways
to pace your silent steps
I find You, perching
on high branches
pecking half ripe fruit
Yours, are
infinite ways
to smudge my tears
I find You, not
in rosary count
nor, in tinkle-bells
Yours, have
other options
to rule by space
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Beautiful write.
Humbled by thy say Vineetha Ji! Respects to thee.
very touching chotu.. probably I will sing this along for some more days.. yours are the unique and silent ways of seeing everything .. love
Our elder sister is not so very far away to offer her blessings! So blessed by thy feel, Sarala Di! <3 Respects _()_