Beauty in its fluidity
And fidelity, perhaps
Streamed across the pink veins
Of her lovely cheeks.
Her skirts were laced with
Vermillion pink
Embroidered over
With shades of unnameable brown
Watery pearls hung heavy from the satin
Of mellow pink-brown gradient.
Radient she shone
As she peeped from the dark corner
Into the raining sun
And emerged, valient
Though in graceful manner
I asked her name, but she did not answer
Only then, I realized
That she was a leaf
Only a leaf, you would say
Of the Gamon bushes in the yard.
Only then, I realized
That nature is religion.
- Naychi
2nd May, 2018
Nat Sin Street, Yangon
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