Serendipitously I knocked at the door of knowledge
Unaware that it is the portals of learning I barge
into a magical world I stepped
Incognizant of the aromatic source, I stopped
to inhale a pleasant, dewy petrichor
from the knowledge-shower
It rose at intervals, gently patted my shoulder
And said, be mindful child!
Every moment is precious
Every moment is divine
Each moment you are blessed
Each moment you shine
Like a bard I sing the hymns in solitude
For I met angels of fortitude
Each one bore a distinct fragrance
Each one glowed a vivacious radiance
A wand of knowledge they waved on my head
A kiss of learning they planted on my forehead
Spinning the magic of fleeting lights around
A handful of fairy dust they sprinkled to surround
A new angel I met every now and here
Who left a Christmas miracle every year
I know not how many angels and fairies
I meet in my life’s mountains and prairies
The path of my life is guided indeed
Alas! I tend to forget this divine deed
Supine, I muse, Oh what a clinomaniac I am!
To miss wondering at the aurora over the skyline
I remind myself of the euphoria when I peddle off
gleefully
in and around this idyllic haven I reside in blissfully
In my haven neither are sequoia nor am I a pluviophile
It’s just the bougainvillea that bloom all the while
But a whiff of the desert waft
Is such euphoriant draft
in this land of barren cracks
to set me back on trusted tracks!
-- Kshema
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