Creation and opportunity Poems
Pink lotus
by Yashasha Sharma
I want to see the moon, but I am shackled in my house.
It's the garden where the pink lotus has worn out.
It's the mirror, just shows my heart going down.
It's in the bed, holding my tears tightly bound.
It was the light, which seldom shone; without a wound.
It was the life, in which I wore a bloodless crown.
But it was the death, in which I wore off a bloodful gown.
It was the jewels, which reflected all the clowns,
......
Pink lotus
by Yashasha Sharma
I want to see the moon, but I am shackled in my house.
It's the garden where the pink lotus has worn out.
It's the mirror, just shows my heart going down.
It's in the bed, holding my tears tightly bound.
It was the light, which seldom shone; without a wound.
It was the life, in which I wore a bloodless crown.
But it was the death, in which I wore off a bloodful gown.
It was the jewels, which reflected all the clowns,
......
