Where there is music filled in nature <br />why there to weave a tune of sorrow <br />in strings of one gifted life <br />In one garland of shining stars <br />night revels its beauty of secrets, <br />why day with its golden rays <br />complains and envies one <br />oil lamp of a temple restraint. <br />In one meditating winter, <br />why do minds gaze, glare at the <br />orange bright earthern autumn <br />and puzzle at its gorgeous brightness <br />When sky remains as the roof top <br />of one visible truth, why do thoughts <br />traverse through oceans to find <br />the infinite end of horizon <br />from sea shore... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />25/12/2008<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-vision-11/
