Does each morning bring a new surprise?
Any surprise, by definition is new
If is it already seen, isn't it deja vu
Then it’s not a surprise
Some mornings bring pleasant surprises
Like this morning, in the midst of a green veil
The sight of this lovely Butterfly Pea
Or Shankhapushpa flower
Just peeping out and untwining itself
With shades of cobalt, indigo, hues of blue
A moment of self-unveiling
To watch it bloom and unravel
Disentangling from the creeper
with a push from the gentle breeze
And it gets its way with good ease
Is unveiling a natural thing?
Does one have to wait to be unveiled?
There’s a lot of beautiful stuff
That gets unveiled everyday
A hidden flower or a hidden thought
A hidden talent or a hidden actAny hidden good thing for that matter
Discovering, observing and unveiling
Isn't it much needed for our well-being!