Lotus

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Lotus

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

@rinateacup

 

 

 

 

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Published by Reflections in a teacup by Noor Reflection

A seeker, a learner, a professional, a reader, a cook, a teacher, a poet, a writer, a blogger, and above all a curious soul who likes to seek opportunity to learn. Self published author of a poetry book A Purple Handbag. Social media activist for various human rights issues.

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