Wednesday, May 9, 2007

the butterfly

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.
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