Millions Of Pleasure....

Millions of pleasures,
At every little threshold,
As tiny as the universe,
As big as a drop of nectar,

The fragrance from every flower,
The oozing sap from the distillers,
The grant arrival of the rainbow mentor,
The cooling breeze during dawn and sundown,

The first cry of the mammals after birth,
The first walk of the things that have legs,
The sleeping babies in the protective nests,
The millions of pleasures yet to explore,

The final bites of the red ants after tree fall,
The matured flowers soon to get withered,
The thread from the hearts tensile and a bond,
The millions of pleasures woven out of love,

the tender words that soothes our hearts,
the soft touch that heals our wounds,
the loving heart that does not see the mistakes,
the millions of pleasure yet to be found out...

by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Comments (3)

the tender words that soothes our hearts the loving heart that does not see the mistakes very nice
Great write! I really like this poem. Thanks for sharing
the tender words that soothes our hearts, the soft touch that heals our wounds, the loving heart that does not see the mistakes, the millions of pleasure yet to be found out... A nice poem.