Twigs

Flowers bloom

And flowers wilt.

Flowers blush

And flowers fade.

The eternity is only in me-

The twig that bears the flowers.

Sparrows are born

And sparrows die.

Sparrows fly

And brighten the sky.

That who nurtures sparrows is me-

A cozy make of a twig upon a twig.

The sun fades

And moon is born.

The twilight blurs

And moonlight spreads.

All the soothing moonlight beams are me-

A crisscross of unfathomed twigs.

Whether in its birth

Or in its death;

In the heart

Of its heart;

The entire beauty is none but one-

A design of mysterious twigs.

Suyash Saxena St. Stephens College