The puddle in the mind

A lotus bloomed over a puddle

Glistening in the morning sun.

A cheer to the shepard

and to the maiden alike,

While the fisherman pondered on.


A lesser plant, never seen,

A strangled seed never green,

Another lotus born together

But never deserving any cheer.


What makes one a lotus

What strangles the seed unborn

What of the broken weed

Which shall only get a scorn.


Is it the puddle’s devious design

Or the perseverance of the lotus fine

Or the divisive eye of the human

That a lotus blooms

While the weed is kraken


If the beholder constructs beauty

Then isnt the puddle too in his mind?


2 responses to “The puddle in the mind”

  1. Venkateshv Avatar

    Hi prashanth,
    If I’m right yesterday or today was the day you got your PhD 3yrs back

    1. Ah! Thanks Venkatesh for stopping by. I should check. Dont remember!

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