BEAUTY

Ma…

With all that

you tell me

After all the while

you teach me

amazing things..

wonderful things..

fascinating things..

unheard of things..

Ma..

Your kid

has something to

say to You

when i see

that whatever it

may be

this world of one

n two

is an extreme

grace of Beauty

that is not mere

skin deep

even in the mind

There is something

kind

even when it

weeps

a mystery it

weaves

Amazing lives

all amazing folks

what infinite

variety Ma

of lives that unfold

what beauty in

their pain

what coincidences

n uncertainties

in all their claims

of how they live

their fascinating

lives..

what soul stirring

stories abound

in the sand bathed

by the sea

what enlightening

stories they are

What mesmerising

mysteries…

What million

varieties

of stories..

waiting for a kind

ear

..a homely soul

that has wandered

far from home

waiting to see

the reflection of

their mystery

in the mind that

does not fear

in the stranger

they can call their

own

the grains of sand

waiting for a

playful hand

that will not

measure them in

any amount…

that knows what

they know

that they are not

mere sand..

That Every single

grain counts

i have to say to

You

the same prayer i

said in school

the same the

nursery kids sing

Thank You God for

the world so sweet

Thank You God for

the food we eat

Thank You God for

the birds that sing

Thank You God for

everything…

Thank You