Thursday, April 1, 2010

Wisdom Of A Flower!

I am a kind word uttered and repeated By the voice of Nature; 
I am a star fallen from the 
Blue tent upon the green carpet. 


I am the daughter of the elements With whom Winter conceived; 
To whom Spring gave birth; 
I was Reared in the lap of Summer and I Slept in the bed of Autumn. 


At dawn I unite with the breeze To announce the coming of light; 
At eventide I join the birds In bidding the light farewell. 


The plains are decorated with My beautiful colors, and the air 
Is scented with my fragrance. 


As I embrace Slumber the eyes of Night watch over me, and as I 
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is 
The only eye of the day. 


I drink dew for wine, and hearken to The voices of the birds, and dance 
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass. 


I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath; 
I am the memory of a moment of happiness; 
I am the last gift of the living to the dead; 
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow. 


But I look up high to see only the light, And never look down to see my shadow. 
This is wisdom which man must learn.














The wisdom which man must learn

3 comments:

Milind Chitnavis said...

wow!

Alok said...

this is awesome Ashish

Abhijit said...

Really beautiful; nice break from Mumbai's pace.