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Magic
MAGIC
Ugly, wiggly catterpillar crawling on leaves in the garden
Its tiny hairs tickled my palm, how i hated the creature!
Day arrived when the catterpillar slept in its grey cocoon
After weeks emerged the bright butterfly, its beauty made me swoon
Myriad colours-yellow, orange, flaming red and black
Through slender long feeders it nectar began to suck
What happened to the catterpillar? Where did it vanish?
Tell me about your Magic this is my only wish
December and January nights I'm wishing for a blanket
Come April and May that same me is hoping for popsicles in a packet
July and August rain clouds gather around
On such enticing nights I savour thr smell of the moist ground
The sun hated in May welcomed in December
Thunder, fierce lightning will make me monsoon remember
How did the sweet refreshing water enter the tough coconut?
If i ask repeatedly. people will call me a nut
The bright red scarlet colour of the wondrous rose
From where did the brush come from? From where the paint?
There must be some wise man who knows or may be a saint
The blue of the sea and ocean, the brown of the mud
Changing tadpole to frog, the flower from the bud
who thought first of planting the jucy sweet mango tree?
The person will someday tutor me and make mind free
Billions of faces on the mantle called Earth
A microspec in the Magic Land where there's much warmth
Lead me along, teach me how to walk the path
One day I shall didcover the mistry of the Magic
It may be a wodrous experience or it may be tragic...
© Bishwanath Mukherjee
I loved reading this...every
I loved reading this...every step of the way to the wonders of life and beauty. Wonderful! Bhalo likhechen!! ;-)
~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you for casting your spell nl1220
Thank you for casting your spell nl1220. Your kind words ARE encouraging for me to write more trash.
©bishu
Yes---I like to think of it
Yes---I like to think of it as 'recycling'... ;-) Always a pleasure, Bishu.
~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
S-m-i-l-e-y grin
Thanks nl1220.S-m-i-l-e-y grin
©bishu
magic
as the seasons change there is always magic in the air. lead me along teach me how to alk the lush path one day I shall discover the mistery of the magic.. nice thought. I would like to take that trip also. good read heather
Thank you for enjoying the Magic good heatherburns35 Madam
Thank you for enjoying the Magic good heatherburns35 Madam.
©bishu