Unfolding Bud

One is amazed

By a water-lily bud

Unfolding

With each passing day,

Taking on a richer color

And new dimensions.



One is not amazed,

At first glance,

By a poem,

Which is tight-closed

As a tiny bud.



Yet one is surprised

To see the poem

Gradually unfolding,

Revealing its rich inner self

As one reads it

Again

And over again.