It can be harder than a rock
At times softer as butter
It can travel faster than light
No one so far sized it's depth
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a new interesting and well penned poem added to your collection.. thanks for inviting to such a pleasant read, dear Mallika. Ad maiora!
Dear Mallika, I, I really liked your poem and I loved the repeating line at the end of each stanza. That is what is In the U.S.A. That line would be considered incorrect grammar.I think that phrase works beautifully in this poem.. And don't listen to anyone who tells you to fixit. Thank you for sharing!
love is the capital and grace is the fruit of life, truth is the path..
The mysteries of life cannot be approached by plodding thoughts, but only by lissome, skipping steps as seen in these stanzas. Some mysteries are fragile and ephemeral, such as emotions that melt and flow as tears. Some mysteries happen when natural conditions join in a special way, like a rainbow. Some unfold inevitably with grand sweep, like the life-death cycle. Some act with great power, like motherhood and the Creator. Imagination shimmers subtly, love pulsates, and the flute is a flower-vase of melodies. All of these are aspects of existence that set the soul vibrating. .
Wonderful use of language, Mallika. Thanks