poetry

Jataka Bandi

Mirror

A mirror holds no face, no sight,  
It waits in silence, still as night.  
And when it speaks, it softly shows,  
Not its own, but what it knows—  
The soul that stands before its glass,  
The “other” that it lets pass.  
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Rejuvenation

Beneath winter’s silent veil,  
The trees stand tall, their whispers frail.  
No leaves to dance, no fruits to share,  
Yet in their stillness, work is there.

In frosty depths, they store the light,  
For summer’s blaze, their hidden might.  
What’s spent, we see with open eyes,  
But how it’s saved escapes our skies.

In every root and branch unseen,  
They weave the strength for seasons green.  
So, do not think they rest in cold,  
For winter’s grip, their secrets hold.

Find your cycle, seize your grip,  
Follow the trail, let your spirit dip.  
You will shed the weight of old,  
And find the path where dreams unfold.
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Simulation

To find the pearl, the sea won’t yield,  
Nor by mere gaze, is treasure sealed.  
A daring diver, swift and bold,  
Must plunge where murky waters fold.  

In depths where shadows dance and hide,  
The ocean’s gem, its secret pride.  
With skill and luck, the prize is won,  
A shining pearl, the journey done.

Dream well to trace the hidden way,  
Practice hard to shape the day.  
Together, they weave the magic you seek,  
And grant the pearl of wisdom you seek. 
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