The Essence of the Being

'You are the tea leaves I am the teapot I the tiny snowflake and you the snow’ This is how the essence of life shuffles Forth and past you and me. I am the head you are the crown Making me feel the king Of our fancy land, in which The subjects were but two, you and me, Who owed allegiance to whom Remained still unredeemed. Beaming down from the sky You are the sunlight, gushing down Towards the mother earth In a flow of transparent bright, I the rainbow, beset with your rhyme, Proclaim my adoration for the sky Only on days rainy, by embracing It tightly in my seven-colored wings To save it blushes in its dress-up gloomy. You are the gold I am its ornament You are the verse which hides in me To make me glitter and Give me a feel angelic. I am the rose you are its smell Who's the one who'd In its contentment versify To make the other get its due? A life that thirsts for the other Is incomplete in its solitude, A body and soul enshrined in one Is a deed that captures the life In the essence of its being. ‘You are the tea leaves I am the teapot I the tiny snowflake and you the snow’ Ode to Mum by Maria Williams