The Purest

Contains nothing but itself
It appeals to everyone
Like the flower, sun and trees
It is just
As it ought to be
What makes sense in the world
Is it the heart that claims rightly
I no longer push for what there is
The flower blossoms in the midst of
Mud
For it’s meant to be
Let life flow as it may
Leading a much awaited music
Everyday opens like a page
Bringing newness each moment
How can one miss such beauty
The heart is as pure when it’s happy