The Treasure

Bare white walls

When etched with the name Divine

Become sacred


A blank canvas,

When splashed with colour

Becomes a picture


Sheets of paper.. gone awry

Become a story when

Adorned with words strung together


A dash of vermillion

On the forehead

Speaks of love and loyalty

And commitment forever


The empty hollow.. of the bamboo

Becomes sweet music

When touched by lips


When your thoughts

Of love and gratitude

Become my gift

It becomes a treasure

To be cherished forever…

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