Little flowers bloom
in the warmth and shade of love
ever protected, ever watered
away and outside the harsh light of the world
Light that opens knowledge unbounded
expands the mind and opens intellectual horizons
but, leaves the heart empty and cold
encased in an iron box
each in its own
with no means to reach out
to touch or enfold
another kindred heart, trapped like its own
An unnatural development
blooming one way, dying in another
growing one way, stifled in another
such is our modern world
plenty in riches -- money can buy
plenty in food -- for the seeking mind
But, starved of the warmth and shade of love
where little flowers bloom
and where the soul finds nourishment.
(I am the last to downplay the accomplishments of the mind, but I can't help feeling that somewhere we have left our hearts and souls behind, in this eternal race or search or march of civilisation)
posted by Sylvia D'souza at 8:29 pm
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