Momentous Joy Un-flowered A flower, is a flower after all Be it, alongside a crackling mountainside rivulet Or, a gushing spring. Amidst hideous thorns Or dried leaves underneath. It always, Gives its promised smiles delightedly And, soothingly, dances in ones reveries As it sways and swerves in its soulful dance As if stooping, elegantly, to listen To your woes and it absorb its moistness And as it makes your soak its fragrance It quenches your age-old thirst And basks you in a joyous calm It knows well, life’s transience And protects the delicate self By purposeful nourishing the fragile soul Enigmatically, cocooning its lovely self And the joyous memories From nature’s vagaries Learning & teaching. To love and to live. To dance rhythmically with ones soul. And to be a balm. Full and whole. No wonder, even if we connect with it Just half a glance, we have with us A source of lifetime’s joy June 25, 2009 Midair, Delhi to Bhubaneshwar