the butterfly
May 9, 2007 § 1 Comment
the little butterfly
waves in the water.
the moon light and
man’s creativity boast
the scene.The cliche
of breath ,seems far
ahead.In the light
there is the damsel.
A zahir in heart and
beauty in view.What
makes me say,is what
evades me and my sense.
what reaches out is some
thing within,which i seek –
my zahir.Who or what
maybe , in all it is some
one within,some where-
where i will behold a single
day.What reaches is that
i will meet but what doesn’t
is when.What makes life
a circumference is hope
and what leads it to zenith
is love.With two beside
i move.Searching in depths.
the light shines the brightest 
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