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Thursday, April 2, 2009

Loving you

'How do I love thee?' she asked

and proceeded to count the ways.

'How silly!', said I, 

There is only one way -

Seamless, boundless, like sunshine.

Sunlight, streaming through the leaves -

Or like this dewdrop perching

On the tip of a leaf, so precious!

********* Balachandran, 02.04.2009, Trivandrum


  1. beautiful. unlike our friend extremity, i want less. there is sparkle in this.

  2. Thanks, Venu. In fact, I am thinking of pruning it further. Even two images are more than enough; otherwise, I will sound like Elizabeth B B.


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