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Theme: Appreciation

An Atheist Laments...

After a short morning walk
and a bit of exercise
when I enter the little garden
to water the plants,
there is a moment of peace,
though neither the plants nor I
exchange a word, in silence we speak;

even an accomplished Wordsworth
once stood silent and just enjoyed the dance
of a host of daffodils on the side of a lake.

My little plants often smile
with a rose or a jasmine,
and the creepers lean on my shoulder
perhaps to say good morning or a simple thank you;

I can deny the presence of god
but can I ever deny
the presence of the unseen hand
that made these tender plants?
I love to touch the wet leaves
and wait every morning for a silent chat!


More By  : Dr. Kumarendra Mallick

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thank you, Madhavi. Nature is always fresh and charming.

18-May-2014 22:47 PM

Comment So nice and refreshing!

18-May-2014 08:25 AM

Comment Thank you, Rupa. You too are like a lovely creeper sweetly to tweet! I am glad you liked the poem.

18-May-2014 00:16 AM

Comment excellent..

17-May-2014 14:44 PM

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