We own a pond of heart within,
Albeit full of our numerous sins,
Yet, a lotus is about to bloom,
In the depth of serene silence.
Lotus seeks for its lost identity ,
In the solid darkness of ignorance,
Yet no dirt ever dare to impure,
the divinity of the gentle petals.
The destiny of pure lotus is certain,
It cant remain in its confinement,
It tenderly seeks a way out,
To emerge as a winning spirit,
It awaits for the glimpse of light,
For a perfect flowering of bliss.
Sweet fragrance of pious lotus,
carry the truth of our existence,
It unfurls to sanctity of nothingness,
when soul put forth its infinite rest.
© Maaya Dev