Aum the Sound of Universe

Aum- the sound of universe.. Short summer gave a delicate hue to the enchanting overflowing unborn.. there to my left I saw the horizon clean and undoubtedly smelled the transparent air So collected for years.. I saw myself sleeping straight on the waves of the ocean below And curls running across my flowing hair.. Gripped in the sound of 'Aum', I felt the softness of the curly bubbles breezing into my quiet skin.. the looseness I saw swinging and swimming all through the ocean and the universe victimized.. Breaking the breath in one jerk, my conscience revealed the pureness in the pure and sacrifice pictured, the white in the bright and unvoiced, uncorded, unborn witnessed ! Rashmi Pitre (published n copyright work)