Dr. Debasish Mridha


Miracles Of Life


You are a miracle,
For as the moon, you are alive
How miraculous it could be?
For this moment, for the night,
For eternal you,
And for the universe.

You are the creation of love.
If you are the flower of love,
How lovely it could be!
For the present and for the past,
For the beloved,
And for this lovely universe.

Submitted: Friday, January 11, 2013
Edited: Saturday, January 12, 2013

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  • Patricia Grantham (6/14/2013 7:24:00 AM)

    Very good expressions of love and desire. The moon is a
    beautiful glowing planet at night. If one could
    stare at it for a long time(which one can't) it would
    be most captivating. A thoughtful write. (Report) Reply

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