By Namrita Singh Ahluwalia
Seldom the unsaid is heard
Beyond the brinks of perception
The line is blurred.
Masquerade we may
For in this world
Often the said is unheard.
Seldom the invisible is seen
Beyond the whir of mind
The eye is keen.
Upkeep we may
For in this world
Often the visible is unseen.
Seldom the unprized is lost
Beyond the mills of time
The wind is exhaust.
Dwell we may
For in this world
Often the prized is cost.
Seldom the depth is explored
Beyond the ocean's surface
The ship is shored.
Scintillate we may
For in this world
Often the shallow is unexplored.