When a mother pats her child, <br />when a joey is lulled in the pouch, <br />when an infant cries for the breast, <br />when young crows are fed, <br />when ants ferry with grains, <br />when the moon sinks into the blue, <br />when rain drops hang on the leaves, <br />when night lulls us to sleep, <br />when a comet flies into the unknown, <br />when a glow worm guides a maiden, <br />when cricket makes merry in the dark, <br />when an old man seeks from the sky, <br />when my nerves pulse in a rhythm, <br />I am touching my heart with my palm <br />to make out the mystery of its beats.<br /><br />p a noushad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/enigma-51/
