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Waves of grace, winds of Naam (Nanak Naam Jahaz Hai)

Waves of grace, winds of Naam (Nanak Naam Jahaz Hai) On the auspicious occasion of Guru Nanak Dev Ji's Gurpurab, this poem emerges as a ...

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Perspective

Granny often sat
By the small window
Admiring
What I thought was
Just a lonesome bunch,
Now green, now graying,
Now glistening with raindrops,
She, however,
Saw

Life dancing in every single leaf.


Picture courtesy Trifextra - Trifecta Writing Challenge


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16 comments:

  1. IvyAugust 17, 2013 at 10:12 PM

    "Life dancing in every single leaf"

    That line sums it up beautifully. What a lovely, tender piece. :) Great job with the prompt!

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  2. AnonymousAugust 18, 2013 at 12:21 AM

    Well crafted.

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  3. DraugAugust 18, 2013 at 6:04 AM

    This is a beautiful piece!

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  4. UnknownAugust 18, 2013 at 10:02 AM

    Sometimes you have to get older to see these things :) Lovely piece.

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  5. Valerie BoersmaAugust 18, 2013 at 10:56 AM

    I agree with Jo-Anne! I love everything about this piece and that last line was absolutely stunning!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 25, 2013 at 6:59 AM

      Thank you Valerie. Your words are a great encouragement

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  6. brudbergAugust 18, 2013 at 1:22 PM

    A great buildup to that awesome last line.

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  7. AnonymousAugust 18, 2013 at 1:48 PM

    This is gorgeous. I like what her aging eyes allow her to see - great last line!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 25, 2013 at 7:00 AM

      I am glad to hear such encouraging sentiments from you Janna

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  8. Jayne MartinAugust 19, 2013 at 11:42 AM

    Beautiful. Gave me a little lump in my throat.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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