My Perception
My Perception


Nothing seems as bright as
A beaming countenance
Brimming with ecstasy
That prompts
To spread wings and dance
Nothing looks as serene
As a mother kissing
Forehead of her infant
And holding the child
In fond embrace
Nothing matters more
Than having a good rapport with
Both elder and younger
Far and near
Assuaging effects of bad patches
And sharing times of cheer
Nothing feels better
Than indulgence
In eternal love
To arrive at
Crux of the matter
Salvage battered bruised soul
Nothing is more divine
Than act of thanksgiving
When one expresses gratefulness
For each ounce of breath
That comes one's way
And surrenders self
To the ways of Almighty.