Mauna -The Silence

Rhythm in a baby’s cry,
ripples in a dew drop,
creases on a rose petal,
melody of a untouched flute.

Rays of a young sun,
Stimulation on the afternoon dust,
fragrance of the evening breeze,
breath of your presence,
the fire, the wind, the oceans.

The vibrations of silence,
the meaning of being and the eternal smile.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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August 8, 2013 at 12:35 AM
Hello Bidhu, love the feeling and ending of your poem... love the line... melody of a untouched flute. <--- wow! good night...Linda
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