(A poem in 'abba' rhyme scheme)
It has multiple treasures
Hidden and unhidden
Mysteries are the hidden
Unhidden, in unlimited measures.
It is the majestic prism
To refract in grace in varied colors
To present to the viewers
The myriad hues of humanism.
It is the dream, when slept in couch
To chew at times reveling the cud
It is the flower of dreaming bud
For its selfless hues of human touch.
It springs not from just tears
Shed in pains and strains forever
It is the birthplace of pleasure,
The choicest fruit of success all over.
It is the lotus rising on mud-water
Without the stains all over
It is a spark from fire forever
To glow in real glitter.
It responds to all with insight
For mere a call by any name
For is the mine of mines to claim
It is rich in variety in its full might.
It is the mermaid to shine
Not just in its ornamental variety
But in the wisdom lessons of beauty
It is the gaiety offered in its reign.
It rises from society's cross-section
To glow in ground realities
As a mirror held to actualities
It is poetry of realities in reflection.
Published
METVERSE MUSE
Diamond Jubilee Issue 2020
60th Issue
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