What I price the most …..

What    I   price  the  most …..

 

   What     I    price

                as    precious   are ………..

  The   morning   dewdrops  on  grass

               (  precious   than  pearls )

 The   smile  on   a    pavement   beggar's  face,                                 ( 5 )

            while  dropping   a   coin   into  his   bowl.

The   sweat  of    a   ploughman,

in   twilight    returning  home,

     after   a   day's  toil.

The  smell  of   fresh   pages   of                                                        ( 10 )

              morning    newspaper.                                                        

The   uncleared   snow  clogging   December  morning   streets.

The  prayers  of   ascetic  in  harmony  with  his  athmaa.

The   still  midnight   frozen  silence.

       

              Rainy   evenings.                                                                 ( 15 )

             Christmas    puddings.

Hidden   peacock   feathers  in  school   textbooks.

Diaries  of   my  youth.                                                                    ( 18 )

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