The Pure QuestionA Poem by Tulpi
What’s love? Asked the daisy to the skies It’s the joy of the lark as it flies What’s love? Asked the daisy to the sun It’s the touch of red and white during the moon’s summon What’s love? Asked the daisy to the waves It’s the thrill of the splashes inside the caves What’s love? Asked the daisy to the rain It’s the lashing drops against the windowpane What’s love? Asked the daisy in the midst of the wind’s rhyme It’s the rhythm of the dancing wind chime What’s love? Asked the daisy to God And God gave a smile that was wise and broad It’s the beauty of the white dove It’s the purity of the heart as you ask what’s love! © 2008 Tulpi |
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1 Review Added on August 31, 2008 AuthorTulpiKolkata, IndiaAboutI am from India, the land of palaces, mountains and Taj Mahal. I am a little soul from the ages of Mahabharatha (Indian Epic). Sometimes, I feel like Kunti, the Mother of Pancha Pandhav. Often I would.. more..Writing
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