The Mature Rose


by Atul Ranchod

A rose gives of its richest fragrance
Upon maturing.

If we do not connect
To the timeless within,
All that is left is the infatuation
With a clay pot in the act
Of disintegrating.

But once tapping into
The treasure trove within,
The true nature of the story begins.

Yes it takes alot of effort
To see past the masks.
But what a worthy task!

Then the nature,
Insync from the center
Of my being,
No longer a theory,
But living and breathing.

Connecting to people
With such an understanding
Is an incredibly precious blessing.

Youth or age no longer a topic.

Because in reality our deepest joy
Permeates our being
From beginning to end
Beyond the grasp
Of time’s masterful hand.


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