Something is given...

Something is given to everyone

May not be seen like the next one

If, for the same as a neighbour!

One never gets, ends up in 'run's...

Look, find, identify the resonance 

Something is sitting, if not grappled 

May, yet to catch hold of, proper

But Yes, That is the right one...

Search, snatch, same - if severe

That 'wants' leads to much different

Unasked for terrain and supporters

Sticky are they, will not leave beholder...

One has own track, pace and portion

Decided reward and kind of motion

The speed, success and contribution

'Morli', one must be oneself, unique, no second...

Human race with individuality and uniqueness...

When one realises its magnitude and multiplicity of its Grand Creation as a whole...

One feels simply an awe about the Divine invention...

How marvellously each one is different!

Thousands of crores exist,

With some fundamental common ground and then, Woah...

Each in itself...

Differently inherited, 

Differently ennabled...

Varied;

Ways and approaches...

Nature and nurturing capacities...

Hidden potentials and derogatory...

Life designations and revelations...

Sustenance and coping machinaries...

Goals and converting competences...

Stands and molding intentionalities...

And,

Above all,

A firmness in form of Concern, Trust, Faith...

That, one must go on...

"Come what may!

I am here to complete my role"

The Divine joins the invention, then...

Thank you...

- Morli Pandya 

March, 2017

Flower Name: Cytisus scoparius

Gold finch broom, Normandy broom, Scotch broom

Significance: Inventions

Are useful only when they are controlled by the Divine.