Of the dense forest rises
In clear scenic spirals
Against the green of the woods
-the granite of the hills.
A straight line, life never is
It bends and bows thro’ phases
Known and unknown- its spirals
Fascinating and compelling moments
That bring along new movements.
If only we are blessed
With a vision clear and contented
The spirals take us not into gyres awful
But keep us above the usual
Land us in the unusual, the beneficial.
A poem by Jaya Lakshmi Rao V.
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Dr. (mrs) Jaya Lakshmi Rao V.
Reader in English, Mrs. A.V.N. College, Visakhapatnam.
47 North Extension, Seethammadhara, Visakhapatnam, 530013, India.
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