New Self-Renaissance
New Self-Renaissance
I never observed the bush and scrub.
The black cloud-ceiling,
I didn't notice, either.
I didn't even hear the birds.
Who knows where I was -
When the rains touched my face!
The flowerlike breeze's tingling -
I missed the experience of it.
I didn't feel the rose or the grass.
I wasn't aware there is fragrance
In all seasons.
And the colours of Spring and Autumn -
I didn't see them at all!
The rainbow was just not even a passing thought!
A point much finer is:
At least, the realization is there.
Dubai
13th August 2013
Geeta Chhabra
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