Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Cryptic Poise

With an unassuming ascent,
Arrives a grace untold.
From gold tinted hearts,
A Life-Giving gene.
That upon a coincidence of place
The earth received a brighter face.

To dispense neglect to this sweet form,
Would be as if to dispel a dove,
That brings epistles of bliss in such diffidence,
That they remain hidden to man’s sense,
Which has been, in its absence,
Assigned wholly, to selfishness.



















In conceit he questions his lot,
Until he is painfully snapped down!
At the hands of a different, indifferent fate,
And the news, that she has passed the heavenly gate.

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