Listen well to the quiet whispers
Of the backwaters of the soul,
The evasive undertones of a melody yet to be sung
The teasing phrases of unwritten scripts
The seed of a great enterprise yet to be launched
The inkling that she might be one-
Lie mysteriously
In the depths of our consciousness
Waiting to be taken a hold of
And held fast for dear life,
Lest they slip through our procrastinating fingers-
Listen well to the quiet whispers
Of the backwaters of the soul,
The tiny impressions therein
Are the blueprint
For many a great endeavour
On God’s green earth.
Tiny impressions
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