Heuristic

A sky glazing with the sun  A green grassland blooming around  Being there was so much fun  Waves of wind had a cheerful sound! The aroma made me wonder  Was only landscape making it beautiful?  Closed my eyes and again did ponder  To my surprise, that feeling was blissful! The wind which I couldn’t see  Had a silver tint of knife  It shined to give a glee  Parallelly acted as a mirror of life! Beauty is not only a good appearance  It is in the divine presence of a soul  Feel and warmth may not come at a glance  Each action has a blow of a complimenting role! Joy comes from within the heart  Eyes add glimpse to the hint  Even a colorless wind with dirt  Possess a beautiful silver tint!

There are some wounds,  Buried deep inside,  Hidden, that no one founds,  May drive an emotional tide!  They are like those flowers,  Held in the fist very tight,  Lost their fragrant showers, Still, their thorns give a painful fight!  Once I opened the fist,  The cuts of thorn dried,  Petals blew with sweaty mist,  Freed their scent flied!  Flowers of wounds,  Wither when secured, With the freedom of forgiveness, Even the deepest wounds are cured!