She wished she knew then what she knew now……………….

Padma  clasped the flower……………

The pasque flower she plucked…..

Hesitatingly from the garden around the tower……..

The gardener who tended to…….

Reprimands, he did shower………

Padma,filled with guilt

Ran to her mother……….

sobbing she handed out…..the crumpled flower

“Happy Birthday” said the cute lips….

My dear mother……

Mother……….hugged her………..

Dear,why did you steal the pasque  flower….?

Your hug is the treasure……….

On my day your love shower……

Padma sighed……

Her inside crushed with shame and tremor…

my HUG was more dear to mother….

Goodness why did I steal the pasque flower…..?

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Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye……..

RAINBOW

sometimes the heart sees what

…….is invisible to the eye…….

the gliding fledglings……

…… nestling in the sky…..

the roaring cloud…….

pouring down……

with applaud…..

…..the drenched fragrance……

enhancing the trance……….

Rain….thunder….

it seems to the eye

….sometimes the heart sees

what is invisible to the  eye…..

with rain drops for commuters

as the clouds ply……

trees bow down….

for this reverential try…..

flowers herald….

the celebration of universe…..

god’s indomitable treasures

and facets of pleasures……

the seven arcs………..

hum the hymn of life…….

amending colours

exhibiting the variability of life

 sometimes the heart sees….

what is invisible to the eye….

rain sulks…to our umbrellas and sigh

….its festivity……the nature at its high

a few words of wisdom,

it yearns to teach us………….

the art of nature………to mutely preach us

the heart feels things,invisible to the eye

squeezed to the core………….

look at the rainbow in the sky…….RAINBOW1