Just Being: The Musing Patterns Of The Other Eye

Part 1: A homage to the moment’s meaning

Poetry is not only in living

It comes best in just being

For though I am not of all colours

White light I can weave

A cocoon in the thread of verse:

Idolize the word idol

Clothe some in the light of love

Others away in feasts of farewell

See the world from seagull hills

Or watch it turning in my eye

As though the moon’s magic lantern

And shadows of the sun

Are playing the tune

To which the night is done

And the worldly children

Eagerly with manhood eyes

And hints of the other sight

Whose smile shadows the flowing quill

Are gazing at the end of the show

And then with their sights seen

To welcome age

Come to their singular desks

And paint a homage

To the moment’s meaning

In a canvasful of shade. .......... (contd.)

 ~Deepak Oberoi~

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