Scent of a flower, grain of my heart,
Holding my nose, never to part.
Like a pearl to an oyster that opens up,
With life giving water in the immortal cup.
 
For each gift of life is part of the purpose,
Emboldened music of Creative Opus.
Like a glistening dewdrop on a leaf,
The beauty of life holds hands with belief.
 
Like a Rainbow to her eyes after his tears,
Impressive colours that brings heart in cheers.
Riotous emboldened refraction of light,
Hope to life keeping Creation in sight.
 
For I am part of the Universe,
Each element of nature does converse.
For nothing in this world is a memory,
They are all part of Creation and reverie.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 16th April 2011