2 June 2016

A Rose in a Thornbush

Strange, the places where purity can sprout,
Such purity that no vermin can stain,
Genuine, selfless, virgin, powerful,
It surpasses the rose in a swamp,
Oh what power has the Nameless given it?
Power that it itself knows not,
I shudder to think what such resolve can do,
A fire that burns for eternity,
What powers such people, feeds them?
What fuels such flames?
One can only wonder and watch in awe,
The strange ways of lives.

Written on 2.6.2016 at 9:50pm while watching the Bengali film, Rajkahini (42 minutes or so)

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