Poetry of date / 16/09/2014

Poetry of date / 16/09/2014,
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© Vinay Kumar Vaidya, Ujjain 

नन्दन, अभिनन्दन !
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This day every year,
Reminds me,
I am / was never born.
It is the thought,
That is born and wears out,
In a moment,
Like a rose,.
That Blooms, flowers, and withers away,
Spreading out beauty and fragrance,
Of its delicate fragile existence,
Spreading joy and happiness,
In the mean-while,
Reminds me,
I am / was never born,
Though the body and the world are born,
Like a flower,
With the thorns surrounding,
In the consciousness,
That is / was never born.
This thought, that emerges out,
And submerges again and again,
Reminds me,
I am the consciousness,
The ground where this delicate flower blooms,
I AM The Consciousness,
That is / was never born nor dies,
But abides and sports for ever, 
As me and the world,
I AM THAT.
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