IN THE LITTLE WASHROOM

Sweet shortest moment

 IN THE LITTLE WASHROOM

 

 

A little paradise

I’ve found;

not high away,

much down

 the snow capped

Himalayas,

 or stay very

 far away ,

 much below

  the steeple,

but here

 in my washroom.

 

A  little garden

 I’ve found;

 full of sweet

 blossom of thoughts

 displaying

 their magnificent

 colours and  their

 true contours

 in the magic

 of light,

but here

 in my small

diaphragmatically tight cabin.

 

Sitting on

 the lily  hassock,

 stole  away

 some moments

 from the bustle

 of the  vicious

sphere of life,

here I’ve found

my resort,

 my retreat

in my little

washroom.

 

I can see

 deep through

 the barrier

 of this wall,

 many a thing

 quiet beautiful

  and lovely,

 the hidden treasures,

 but here

in this

 narrow chamber.

 

A swift

 aura streams

at the back

of my mind,

and opens

all the secrets:

 recent and immediate

 past recollections,

now  testing

 my  wisdom,

 but here

 in this

close-tight room.