A spell of what poem by Radhamani sarma
For your
special eyes, something
Throughout
night, rolling amidst dark,
Gate the recipient,
none can gainsay.
Bluebell, like
a doll special,
rolls and sweeps the mass,
special and assertive, weaves
a philosophy
amidst our chaos,
seer’s
perspective, teaching us
beyond our
expectations.
But chained
by our limitations,
We can not
go beyond the line,
We feel at
least so, we feel strongly so.
The one
bluebell prevails, strong,
Prevails our unthinking coils,
Tapping steady
and further more.
Always we are
ready for open ,
With our receptive mode,
The same
night, same blue bell
Amidst our
terrible inhibitions,
With a
victorious banner
Of assurance
and prediction.
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