Life without poetry and literature is
Like a sheet of cake without icing.
So dull and colorless.
My thoughts like sugar sprinklers
Decorate my cake.
Blessed we are to be given a packet
So uniquely filled to enrich our lives.
Oh! But my packet is getting empty!
Content all used!
Much of it lost or wasted in my folly.
In my hour of desperation
Someone touches me softly.
Points me to some new yawning.
Look around! Look hard!
Remove the wrapping!
Dig deeper!
Not all your shelves are empty!
There is still so much you haven’t used.
Be innovative! Be creative!
Well, maybe it is right in front of my eyes,
But, I just can’t find it!
A Voice assures me again.
Have you ever seen a succulent plant?
Deep within you is a Being just like that plant.
Rising upon a dry hard surface
It draws its sustenance from distant sources.
Like from a pipeline invisible,
Riches of life siphon from it,
Drop by drop for you to collect.
Trust yourself!
When you feel obtuse
Like a plant succulent
It is there to enrich your life.
Always, till your last mortal breath.
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