| Divine Touch Who inspires the caterpillar To desert her coarse grains For the enveloping Warmth of a cocoon? Why else does she surrender To the bitter sweet pain of emergence Save the ecstatic dances Of butterflies? Who sings the songs Willfully curving plant Spines To flickers of light? Why else do they melt In the most delightful Contortion Save the splendor of the Sun�s embrace? Who gave the blind man, Vision to penetrate Heart rending beauty? Who allowed the deaf to Orchestrate the most Poignant songs of life? Who can tell of the tragic Torment of separation Save the darkened gloom Of an eclipsed moon? Who else can speak of The woeful tale of Withering death Save rusting meadows With rich green Remembrances? Can sand filled shells Recall echoes of Ocean depths? Does luscious Hawaii sigh when reminiscing Her smoldering On Pacific�s floor? Can you really describe the Boundless generosity of the Tropical sun to one contently Wrapped in Winter cloaks? Show me the one that Can feel the Depth Of a lover�s rapture Save the Adored? Who emptied this vessel Out and Filled it with awe? Who am I to divulge Secret delights Sparked Within this Yearning soul? Do you have the gallantry To slay all that Is for show? Who will inspire you to Scale heights Many have joyfully died trying Before? Is it the tumultuous depths you yearn to Explore, Or are you safer frolicking On life�s empty sea shores? -Maliha Balala |