As the drops
breathe down the bark
Amidst drizzle
of slithering rain
They enrich the
roots when they fall
Though they fall
to the fate of a nadir
They dissolve
what comes with the slide
Eventually the
sap thickens and ascends
The metamorphosis
of dust into floral spendour
Blesses the one
who digs deep with a hope
The hues of life
are polished by a blank spectrum
When the mind
is clear from smudges of doubt
An empty soul
picks the most flavors in life
When it surrenders
what is entangled in grip
Then the silence
echoes and sight speaks
What is the true
meaning of our being .
Lonavala
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