What I See
By Meher Gandhi
Unfathomable silver and gold,
Burning in the fire bold.
Ultimate chaos perfectly ordered;
There’s fog that makes the sight blurred.
The highest tides and the lower ones,
Meet the golden foreshore,
Endowing life to all lands barren;
Endowing hope galore.
Oh, the next second howls,
Calamity and catastrophe and all minacious tornadoes.
All green now becomes ashy,
As all the promises and hopes flee.
Now, the silence after storm is heard,
And moments later a bud appears,
Pink as which brightens the dark;
A fresh start, a new spark.
Nay, this is not what I see ahead,
Neither what I see behind.
It is what I see in the soul that is mine.
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