Dr. Satyaki Saikia, MD
Photo: M K Sarma
I watched a lily bloom
Over the last two days, silently
In the shade underneath a Bodhi tree,
Which cradles the home of a red-breasted robin
Where the summer breeze pauses awhile
In deference to an anonymous miracle
A snow-white lily,
Witnessing to nature's mystery.
I wondered about the subtle beauty
Inherent in events most trivial
Like the mute expectation of a lily lone
Emerging into the world.
Stretching its petals in the steady motion
Of a relaxed, languorous birth
A rare strain
Of surrender and intensity.
Wherein lies this force so deliberate
That makes a lily bloom?
Is it the gentle tugging by a shaft of sun
Piercing through tendrils of morning mist?
Or the secret whisper lightly borne
On gossamer wings of a celestial zephyr?
In the innocent curves of a mundane reality.
Or it must be coaxed with a gentle nudge
By the sap that rises from the soil.
For the petals move with such deliberation
Ruled by a single immaculate purpose
To bloom outstretched towards the open sky
Reaching up from the brown, fragrant earth
A half-cubit leap ...
The intent of an effort so sublime
Must not lie beyond those petals white
It is helped by the earth, wind, and sun
But an occult notion is the unerring guide
A notion locked within its seed
An impulse caged, now seeking fruition
A tiny miracle aspiring birth,
Today fulfills its destiny.
Poet Dr. Satyaki Saikia, MD
is a Consultant - Internal Medicine
& Gastrointestinal Endoscopy
and lives in Guwahati, Assam
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