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3 Stories

I.
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The sparkle of raindrops
Glorified the lotus.
She bathed in the warmth
Of the morning Sun, enjoying
With every ray that shower life.
A commanding motion of love
Filled her fragile petals as she,
Gave prostrations to another day
And its radiant shine.

II.
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A deer surged over countless rocks,
Within its powerful limbs rests
Life and hope. A menacing predator
Smelled the luscious odor of flesh,
The predator and his survival rests
Within his own limbs. In a battle
Of force and speed, one fights
Hunger, the other fights Death.

III.

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A man walks out to meet his love,
He is greeted by a hummingbird
Swiveling up and around, though
He do not see the passing birds, nor
The sanctified Lotus. The predator
And his inevitable prey is a part
Of a world the man shall never care.
Clocks tick, he waits.

Comments

  1. Vandana Sharma10 June 2013 at 02:31

    beautiful stories and in the end all the three combine....

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  2. kalpana solsi23 June 2013 at 03:34

    The second verse is touching, a game between life and death.

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  3. Brian Miller23 June 2013 at 05:01

    ouch....the predator and prey part of a world man shall never care...i find that rather sad...

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  4. Mary23 June 2013 at 05:35

    Wow, these are absolutely stunning. I was taken by the second one as well. The predator fighting hunger, the deer fighting death. The balance of nature, but sad to think about.

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  5. Sherri B.23 June 2013 at 06:09

    What an impact these three stories make when read together - beautiful!

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  6. Anonymous23 June 2013 at 09:19

    Gorgeous Anand I loved all of them, so elegantly expressed =)

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  7. Anonymous23 June 2013 at 16:49

    Wonderfully done!

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  8. TCPC23 June 2013 at 22:43

    Very profound and very well put. An immaculate piece!

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  9. Brother Ollie24 June 2013 at 06:38

    excellent imagery - you really pull the reader in

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