A RARE PEARL

One pearl will differ from the rest,
The Lord knows I have the best.
With innocence does the feelings flow,
Silently like a river, in quicksand below.

The footprints vanish from the earth,
and thus brings forth the lovely mirth.
The splash - the sound of gurgling water,
the froth, the cracks and slippery crater.

What is there more, more to see?
That the diver brings back forth to me.
Not to see, but feel a pearl of rarest kind,
that kindles the soul and freshens my mind.


Prasenjit©1997-2010