Life
written by: Vidya Venkataramanan
The morning was bitterly cold
The water frozen,
A nip in the air
Foretold
A below zero
Temperature.
The lotus stalks could barely stand
The buds afraid
To bloom.
The large fronds
Floated
In silent
Anticipation Of
they knew not what.
Then a light
Breeze
Rippled through
The waters
Breathing life
Into an
Otherwise
Still morning.
So too, grace flows
Through us,
To awaken
Us from
Deep slumber
And ripples
Through us
Giving life
To mankind.
Vidya Venkataramanan is a homemaker whose dual passions are writing and exploring the finer nuances of self-realisation through philosophy and spirituality. After finishing her post-graduation in English Literature, she opted to get married and be a stay at home mom to her only daughter. While juggling the various duties of wife and mother, her first love, writing, was never far from her mind. She indulged this passion by writing short stories and a huge treasure trove of poems. Many of her poems have been published on various online forums apart from a book of published poems, co-authored by 2 like-minded poets. Apart from her passion for writing, she also nurtures her spiritual side by practising reikii and meditation.
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