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In his studio ancient,
With hammer, chisel and his family of tools,
Was Simoni working on his art.
Around him were sculptures he made long back,
There were men, women, tigers, and tulips.
All in white deeply gazed Simoni busy at his work.
Suddenly Simoni was distracted with the angry gaze,
Of the tiger and the rhino.
And the eyes of…
Meditating atop Mount Olympus,
The great Apollo was moved.
Touched he was with a voice –
That was silky, thin,
Like a mist on the petal of a rose pristine.
It was like a the thin melody of the Violin
Against the silence of his meditation!
It was like a submissive touch of the satin,
Enthralling his inner soul to heights of…
Under the open blue sky,
Center of the dreamlike green meadow,
There lies the solitary Pond.
An old soul is he,
All the lands happy and sad,
All the fun and melancholy,
All the exhilarations and heart break,
All ups and downs,
Right there he sits,
Meditating - still and silent.
With his heart brimming with -
His love for the bright yellow Lotus,
His ardor for the luscious pink water lilly,
His limitless care…