In the tones of silence wrapping themselves around the surge of waterfalls,

In the minimalism of lime plaster and wood switch boxes

Right above the elaborate sandalwood telephone, gilded in gold

Do you see restraint?

Or do you picture a mixing, so curious and sublime, it needs a language all its own.

Restraint  frees our minds

Sometimes allowing a tide of imagination to break away

And sometimes, letting the extraordinary  race away in fenced ground.

Restraint, the parent who cannot see, merely feels.

-Sugandha Das

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