Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Wednesday, 3 October 2012


The deafening drums
That beat with malice,
And with the force of time
Reveal all that is tragic;

A bee in the summer of love-
Wandering and lost-
Precisely just to find magic,

As it derives nectar from blossom,
Through the energy of love
And as the caress of the breeze,
Wipes out all tragedy,

The drums still beat silently
And hostility is rendered impotent;
As the treasures hidden by time,
Strive to remain forever innocent;
The highs and lows of conflict
Are shadowed by the sounds,
Smells and sights, of life.


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