The Hidden Spring Poem by Ruta Mohapatra
The Hidden Spring
How is it that at times,
Even before the day breaks,
I can see the sun shine,
And feel its soft warm rays;
And at others,
Even before the night comes,
A blanket of darkness,
Takes me into its folds?
And sometimes that stillness,
Uncommon, unwavering, unknown,
In the depths of my heart and veins,
The stillness of the deep dark ocean!
God, the myriad emotions!
So strange, so mysterious, and yet so human!
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8/2/2025 8:48:32 AM # 1.0.0
A beautiful poem ---Light resides in heart----