Miracle

The black granite form decked in flowers smiles through the camphor flames, stone’s smile meant for flesh’s eyes eagerly waiting for a miracle or two.

Do not focus light on lights and miss a miracle of sleeping God in sanctum with the smile intact on His sleeping ,says a woman counting acts of faith.

Woman is flesh , a mouth in miracle. Granite sleeps in flowers of camphor.The flame is lit in our common chests ,a fragrance of love, a miracle of faith.

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