See, but with the eyes of the Soul;
Perceive, but with the innocence of the child.
Listen, but to the voice of a whisper;
Sense, all but what hides ‘neath closed blinds.
A work of art that deserves to be read! Amit Rahman, I applaud you.
If the following poem makes you wonder about my religion, you can find it in About Me. The day was humid and sweltering hot. Probably, far off south a depression churned in wild rage against o…
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