And they all around - silently lie - A Poem by Deepak Menon

And they all around - silently lie

There is a poem in the fall of a leaf,

There is a poem in the bark of a tree,

There is a poem in the flight of a bird,

There is a poem in the wind blowing free.

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So open your mind and consign to the deep,

The opaque shroud which covers your eye,

And look around and wake from sleep,

The poems which all everywhere silently lie.

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The poems embalmed in the potters clay,

The poems frozen in the grains of wood,

The poems hidden all along your way,

The poems lying crushed under your foot.

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You need not to read a ponderous tome,

Like this book you hold in your hand,

To discover the poems which have their home,

On sky and sea and on land.

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So replace on the shelf this book of sorts,

And break the shell within which you live,

And unutterable beauty will flood your thoughts,

When surrendering, nature its poetry will give!!,

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Deepak Menon
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