A nameless virgin flower just bloom in the thick jungle. <br />The hermit sniffs the fragrance and breaks his inner peace. <br />The flower invites him to her kingdom <br />And the hermit forgets his chants. <br />He mutters; <br />'I practice my way of life since a long time with great principles. <br />But I feel now that I cannot move any further and I became a weaker.' <br />'Master! I'll teach you just a simple chant, <br />Love the flowers before they wither <br />And do meditation after they perished.' The flower smiled. <br /> <br />* I dedicate this poem to the poetess Sue Ann Simar in gratitude.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-the-flower-smiled/
