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Awakening the Soul: Lotus Love in Every Raindrop

The sombre clouds rumbling,
the drops of rain streaking from the welkin,
mingle in the tear drops akin.

The drops of rain on the lotus leaf,
afloat the pond, untouched by grief,
the pit pat on the verdant platter,
the swirling drops on the water,
soul-stirring emotions do matter.

In the gloom, silently, the lotus blooms,
unfurling the bud, the pink petals,
spread the radiance amidst the sepals.

My enclosed being, open unseen,
to the drops of monsoon,
thy essence is a boon,
my inner lotus radiates its fragrance,
as my being surrendered to the divine in reverence.

Picture by the poet

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Arundhati Mukherjee
Arundhati Mukherjee is an engineer by profession and published author, blogger, poet and singer by passion. She is   Deputy General Manager in Govt. Power Sector. She loves writing on Science and Spirituality. She writes in Speaking Tree.in, Author in e magazines like Pragyata, Thrive Global and Sivana East. She is a Self Published Author with Kindle Direct Publishing, Amazon also her e books are available in Amazon and her poetry books, e books and paperback is available in various platforms. . She has coauthored many national & International anthologies . Her poetries and essays are published in various international e zines.

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