Seine of Benevolence
Like a beautiful woman standing tall,
wrapped with a shawl amidst the mist;
there exists a seine between what is & what can’t be!
And though it’s made up of mere words;
it keeps one safe from rash assertion!
Like a morning that needs a rising sun to be whole,
it complements the truth to smooth circumstance!
It pokes holes into grey clouds with sunrays ;
as it touches one’s soul like a brush run on bras;
as it makes one glow with devotion!
Without it, love would still be waiting in a hall-
or like a necklace that has no pendant.
So inanimate yet it spells lively!
something totally out of your grasp;
yet it seeps inside you free of aversion!