MY GIFTS ARE NOT OF SILVER OR GOLD
“Everything was decidedly different this morn,” said Shiva.
“The sun shone bright, much brighter than yesterday.
The stars, see my love… were still up, they refused to go away!
sparrows whispered to each other excitedly,
the bees were already stumbling in drunken ecstasy,
and, did anyone note the trees as they swayed?
Some strange delight in the air.
All this, for you, my Love…”
“The sun shone bright, much brighter than yesterday.
The stars, see my love… were still up, they refused to go away!
sparrows whispered to each other excitedly,
the bees were already stumbling in drunken ecstasy,
and, did anyone note the trees as they swayed?
Some strange delight in the air.
All this, for you, my Love…”
“Ah! A lovely poem!”said Sati.
“My gifts are not silver or gold for thee,
my words are my gifts, my poems, me,” continued Shiva with a soft smile.
( From the book SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.)
“My gifts are not silver or gold for thee,
my words are my gifts, my poems, me,” continued Shiva with a soft smile.
( From the book SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.)
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