I sat near a pond,

Head down, lowered gaze,

Racing heart, heavy breath,

Wet feet and hands in mud.

I see lotus in a dirty pond.

Guarding its immaculate beauty and purity,

Blooming out each day from the heaviest mud of all.

At then I wished to revive like a lotus.


Noor Reflection







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