As I quietly enter <br />The portals of the Habitat center, <br />To attend the Delhi Poetree session. <br />I simply cannot mention <br />My sense of wonder and disbelief, <br />At spotting water lilies in the midst of glass and concrete. <br /> <br />The sight of half closed mauve flowers, <br />Growing in a pool of stagnant water, <br />Green serrated leaves afloat <br />My riveted eyes couldn’t fail to note. <br />Petals coming together at dusk as if in a greeting. <br />Perhaps, to welcome me to the meeting. <br /> <br />The sight filled me with ecstasy <br />I stood there awed by the beauty, <br />Pleased and filled with serenity. <br /> <br />This is poetry without words, <br />That can’t be heard. <br />But the eyes can see <br />And the heart can feel <br />And the soul can rejoice <br />Without hearing a voice. <br /> <br />The memory lingers in my mind, <br />As I lie down to unwind.<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/water-lillies/
