Fathomless (VII) – A Moral

Fathomless : VII - A Moral

VII. A Moral

The little girl

with innocent looks

right beside the Grand-Pa

looking for butterflies

points to the red beauties

over the green thorn —

“Aren’t the lovely?”

Nodded the old man smilingly

in his usual way

with a resonant voice

“Yeah, they are — the roses;

but what makes them special

is not what they are,

but for what we keep for them

inside us — a little room

in the kingdom of our heart

a special room”.

It is that special place

that brings someone close

makes someone a part of us

perhaps creates the rainbow

while you are standing under the rain.


Fathomless (c)  2004, Samir K. Dash

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