Nothing Beautiful Asks For Attention
Look at the hill there, children,
by Prerna Maheshwari
Tell me what you see.
Are you already thinking of climbing it?
Or just staring at the beauty?
Can you make out the rocky edges?
Can you see the levelling of the trees?
Can you see the sun shines equally on it,
As it does for, overhead, these irritating fleas?
But most importantly,
Among the thoughts that now hover,
Didn't you forget to swat the fleas,
When you gave your attention to the mountain over?