A Poem on Simplicity

Simplicity is a flower, beautiful, without ornaments.

The lone star that shines brightly with an inner glow

in the darkness of despair and the twilight of hope.

The gentle stream which flows on quietly through

fields, farmlands, sleeping valleys and verdant forests

nurturing the earth along the way, without much

trumpeting, and yielding itself to the demands of life.

The little poem of wisdom which no epic can rival.

The face of a sleeping child and an innocent flower,

where life is yet to write its age-old elegy with a sigh.