The little bluebells, that live a few days,
endeared more than sunflower's searching rays,
Those little rivers, with meandering paths,
sound subtly soother than the tireless falls.
Inceptive little drops of monsoon rain,
are ever more comforting than the hurricanes,
And the little smiles that honestly rejoice,
remain fonder than laughter, that will others voice.
Although life's strand of facts and prophecies,
lay without a cohesive summary.
But, little conception's in us queer beings,
strive for new ventures and beginnings,
Adding the little memoirs into our strides,
assemble as beads to the strings of time.
With these little meanings, we create our verse,
adding to the proses of the Universe.
Subharthi Guha , 17 April 2024
