A Poem from the Book:
“Through the Window of Taj Mahal” ( a book of 30 poems)
And again I was thinking
What should I be?
What should I do?
And what the future will be?
A gentle breeze,
Flowing in through the window
Brought me to myself,
When the sweet smell of new blossoms,
Like an expected guest,
Broke into the dark seclusion of my mind.
I rose to my feet
And went to the window.
At first my eyes were lost
In the green confusion of foliage,
And then, by a bird in flight,
More like a fleeting star,
They were lifted up
Into the blue infinity of the sky,
The boundless, memoryless mind,
That I heard telling me:
“Be what you are;
Watch,
And it will pass.”
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