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Monday, August 9, 2010

A Conference under the Sun





A weed, an insect and I

In a conference under the sun.


On the Lantana, flowers.

Pink, white and violet

They snuggle in bunches

Looking up at me like children

In awe of a giant.


Thorns prick my fingers

The stalk taut, lean like a whip

Refuses to oblige my hands

Trying to clear a path.


Then, glinting in the sun

This little Ladybird on a leaf.

Legs drawn up under the shell

She sits still, as if hoping

I wouldn’t see her.


Ah, little one! Not to notice you?

I would be blind!

*************** Balachandran, Trivandrum 09.08.2010


8 comments:

  1. "All things small and beautiful the good Lord made them all"!?

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  2. You make everything come to life..it becomes lovely to envision..The most insignficant things to the rest of us are so important and awesome in your writings...The feelings in this write are full of charisma.. Excellent Balan........excellent indeed.............

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  3. There is beauty is everything, its just that the finer details are missed out by most!

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  4. ages since i saw a ladybird. Wonder if it's 'cos i have eyes and do see - not anymore.
    passionate nature lovers like you - wonder how many more are left in this world.

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  5. I like the new decor...........looks very aesthetical....

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  6. @sandy: Thanks, Sandy. I think the change reflects the change in my mental state! :)

    Glad you liked the poem. In simple things lie the greater truths of life.

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  7. Lovely poem, and totally endorse the feeling. The lantana may have been a weed, but it was home for the ladybird.

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