I paint no one as evil,
It’s the conscience who addresses and utter.
I paint no judgment,
It’s the circumstances who arbitrate the state.
I just reinstate, innovate or translate,
The perceive iota in front of my face.
Can’t you see the truth behind the clouds?
Can’t you hear the trees whispering and cry?
See them, feel them…. hear them sigh…
Nature teaches various lessons than we mortals in this land.
We just have to listen to hear them calling.
We just have to open our eyes to see them crying.
25th of November,2009
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