'Go forth',
the three-leaf clover whispers
A new discovery stands in magnificence right around the corner
It seduces torrents of water in rapid motion,
down into a plunging pool below
Tucked away in the pool’s blackness is a treasure weighed in gold
Fear asks though, will I survive if I dive...
A set of new eyes
The wetness of the splashing stream and the briskness of the cold air could not dampen my spirit
You see,
the blue jay perched on the branch of the Banyan tree,
wearing feathers of the day-breaking sky,
spoke to me,
‘Blue on Blue’
SitaraAlaknandaShakti (c)
