Showing posts from January, 2016

A Lotus

Putrid is the smell where I was born Filthy is the pond Where I took the first sip.
Where cows defecated
Buffalo played and frogs frolicked
Beasts used it as a playground
Humans use as a dumping hole.
From where the grass
Looked greener outside.
A home that looked
Dark and murky.
Then I saw the light from a blazing sun cutting through layers of filth it reached my innards.
I opened my eyes looked for nectar in the crud little by little I drank the wine.
Little by little I blossomed and got stronger to raise my head above the grime until blue sky and clean breath.
Now all I see is love of shining treasures beauty beyond  occasionally the filth I left behind.