The Indescribable...

some colourful
some drab
some with fragrance
some with none

one a saint
one a sinner

once wealthy
once poor

at times high
at times low

today's flowers
tomorrows debris

whatever one may be
whoever one may be
breath connects all
as one and the same

ah, the hand of breath
that stirs and stops
in every nook and corner!

poem by Indira Babbellapati
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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