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Magnificence in perfection!


I have something to tell you
when you glade through the wondrous yonder
strewn with shining speckles

I have something to tell you
when you glide through the deepening waves
as they delve toward the main

I have something to tell you
when you rot and drop down from
the abode of your kin

I have something to tell you
when you slither onto the coarse sand
into the world underneath.

I have something to tell you
when you bask under the shine
as you munch stacks of gold.

I have to tell you something
as you guffaw in delirious tones
when the silver ball rises into the dark

I have something to tell you
as you swiften gracefully
with your magnificent feathers arched wide

I have something to tell you
when you hop into your tiny hole
with your furry paws in fear

I have something to tell you
as you open into your world afresh
every day as you wake up from your slumber.

Yes, You!
I have something tell you all,
that no matter what,
you are a pristine masterpiece
from the divine's hand.

No matter how you feel about yourself,
you are magnificence in perfection
in the curator's eyes.


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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  1. Had to google for the meaning of most words :) Nice poem :)

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    1. Thanks you so much Priya.. Glad to have a new reader.. :)

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  3. wow. brilliant writing, Gayathree.. :-)

    and i second GB.. lol.. tough words :p

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    1. Thank you so much Meera :) Your comments are most appreciated! :)

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