LOTUS LIVING

Many see her in a lake’s deep,

They might feel in ignorance she is asleep...

Floating, she stays on what she lives

The breeze brings lot to her that is full of false beliefs.

A hundred buds and bloomed flowers around,

Few are those whose destination is already found

The others just form meaningless waves around

Despite the differences, they are sold on the same ground.

Her efforts to grow better go in vain,

There is indeed nothing that can be termed as gain.

For she knows, she has to undergo the same pain

It wouldn’t be as easy as to escape from the rain