AI (24.10.1960 / Bangalore)

Gather

Gather the light in the sieve of a shine
When brilliance weaves a heart like mine

Gather the joys in the frill of delight
While happiness folds into its sprite

Gather the dust of drawn on praise
When what so lasts is scuttling age

Gather your dreams in the basket of love
There's sure to be a treasure trove

Gather the mirth of a babies sweet cry
It's sure to surface in bliss that can't fly

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Comments (2)

Dear Arya, very beautifully described. Original ideas. Konstantin.
'.....Gather the dust of drawn on praise When what so lasts is scuttling age....' Are we talking mortality here? Very bitter-sweet! Transient life, finicky fame....The message appears to be...live for today..FULLY, honorably...enjoy life... Nice write, Arya. Cheers. Subroto